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Running Like Water

Chapter 22

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I’m bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 4.4k

a/n: Hi, I am back. Thank you for your patience and kind messages.

This is a peak for the story, next chapter is indeed the wedding and then the story picks up a bit. I am excited for this next leg.

Happy Double Update, read chapter 23 here

Javier Peña says the words often. Javier’s first words were love and papi. He was his dads best little buddy so it came as no surprise that the first words he ever formed were a manifestation of how much he loves his father. He ended every night with an I love you. He hung his Houston home phone after sharing his farewells and I love you’s.

It was easy to know how loving someone feels, but sometimes Javier got confused.

He told his first girlfriend in 6th grade that he loved her. He isn’t sure he could remember her name so he’s sure he was confused that time too. He told Lorraine he loved her, often, in passing and sometimes he felt guilty about it. He sometimes pictured telling her in some grandiose way but their relationship had quickly progressed to the likeliness of a separated couple. So in Houston, if they weren’t fighting; she’d squeeze his shoulder and say, I love you, goodnight.

Or when Javier was in the force he’d kiss her cheek and say, Love you, after she said, be safe. He feels bad about it, he feels bad because he might have confused her. Maybe she thought his love you’s before work were declarations of the act of being in love. He realizes that he was never in love with Lorraine. He loved her, he spent many years with her. At many lonely points in his life he considered her his only companion, his friend. For a while he thought all of that was good enough, a fathers love and scattered I love yous from an estranged girlfriend.

Then Javier thinks of you and he isn’t sure he can get confused anymore. He can pinpoint the switch, the moment where his heart couldn't take anymore of his own games. It would be easy to say it was the second he saw your face when he came home but that wasn’t it. He’s sure he fell in love with you while he was with Lorraine. What a painful realization to have? He’s been trying really hard to be a better man, but that fact right there— it sets him back.

He remembers picking that orange out of your locker, he remembers desperately attempting to extend your interaction. He had been up in arms thinking about you, your face circling his brain during inappropriate moments. But as he followed you around the hall, chest constricting with every one of your movements, smiles, sighs—he knew he was a bad man.

But in between the constant state of repentance for loving you while having someone else in his bed—he found himself basking in his love for you. Like on the drive back from your lacrosse game. It was rare that he rode alone, but Lorraine had work after the game. He pressed a goodbye to her cheek as she hopped in a friend's car. Standing at top of the hill, where the parking lot overlooked the field. You were still there, standing with wind bitten cheeks and dirt up the sides of your legs. Mouth guard dangling between your lips with a scowl as your friend Monica talked your ear off in between squirts of water.

Javier felt light headed and hard. He patted his pocket for his keys and turned on his heels to quickly find refuge in his dad’s truck.

He rolled his windows down when (I love you) For Sentimental Reasons by The Righteous Brothers rang through his truck speakers. Tapping the wheel, singing off key and picturing you blinking your pretty warm eyes at him with a shy smile like you did. He felt utterly ridiculous when he slowed at a red light and was faced with just how loud he was being. Tilting his baseball cap tighter to conceal his face as he mumbled the rest of the song.

He realized he was in love with you in that truck.

He tells you in that truck half a decade later.

And there is no singing, or wheel tapping. There certainly wasn’t a Texan breeze instead still heat down in the bayou. And you aren’t covered in dirt and amused, instead covered in tears and frozen. Your face crinkling with another wave of emotion as you lean your temple against the window. Brows creased, face covered in red blotches. “You—what?” You made a face like it was so shocking. Like you hadn’t been trying to tell him all weekend.

“I said that I really love you.” He isn’t backing down, his voice is stern and unmoved. Despite wanting to crumble into you and hold you until you stop crying, he knows he can’t be weak here. With the same stern tone he follows a bit quieter, “And I’m not sayin’ it in the way I should’ve told you when we were kids—when you needed it the most, but I'm telling you now so you don’t doubt it.” When he had to be firm and strong a slight southern drawl rolls from his lips, he pulls from his father when he needs to be firm. Picking up on his linguistic patterns when it’s needed.

Your cries are no longer audible but instead just cheeks lined clear. “Javi-“

“Loving you is easy, being in love with you has been much easier.” He turns forward once more, cranking the ancient truck with a rumble that hides another audible sob from you. “I’ll take us home. And when we’re home I’ll take care of you–I don’t care how it’ll look to your mom or your fuckin’ big brother.” And he begins to drive. Almost angry with his movements like he’s bothered that you’re shocked by his love. His jaw clenched as he drove away from the rolling lawns of rich Lousianians. There was no way of reading his mind but truthfully, he wasn’t upset with you–Javier? Never. He was running circles in his own head, fighting the urge to make a u-turn and beat your father to a pulp.

Instead he talks to keep you distracted more so himself.

At that moment you wished you didn’t need to be cared for, but if it was anyone in charge of that job–you could only pray it was him. You hiccup.

“My feelings for you changed when I saw you in 7/11 all those years ago. I tried to act like seeing you like that didn’t fuck with me. I was crushin’ on you so badly I started acting like a damn fool.” He makes a sharp turn and you stare at him behind blurry eyes. “I’m sorry for taking so long to tell you. I know you’ve wanted to say it for a while. I couldn’t find it fair, I put you–us through all of this. I should be the one to say it first.” He sniffles and reaches a hand to the overhead compartment, taking his yellow tinted sunglasses. Effectively covering his eyes.

It’s silent for a moment until you scoff. The sound has Javier’s neck snapping, it’s the first sound other than sobs. Your nostrils flare, and you almost laugh. Laugh at all of it. Laugh at the years you spent pining over someone who felt the same, at how stupid this all was. How you put so much value on a man who never bothered to find you or even care. Javier looks at you with concern as you short stop at a red light, he’s probably thinking you’ve gone mad. Giggling to yourself through red eyes.

“You’ve always gotta beat me to it huh? You called me first, kissed me first, said I love you first. Shoot–even when we were kids, I would ignore you out of shyness but you always came running to say hi to personally torture a timid girl like me.” You shake your head and wipe your tears. You used to find it cruel, the way Javier had to always center you in every setting you were in. After every first move he’d make, you sat in your bed later that day thinking–damn if only I had done it before him.

His lips twitched at their corners, his beautiful smile shining through, shaking his head and looking straight back at the changing light. “You snooze, you lose, baby.” He shrugs and steps on the gas. You sniffle still smiling, god you had whiplash from the emotions flowing through you. For now, for this moment, you were something that felt like content. Free maybe, free of a father who seemed to have his own head in his ass anyway. You were sad, yes, heartbroken even, but man did you feel lighter. You look to your boyfriend as he drives the car you practically grew up in. Sitting in the same seat you’ve sat in hundreds of times before. And you’re just so glad to be next to him.

“Well then, I really love you too Javier.”

His brow wrinkles above the shades, “I know.”

Four hours into the ten hour trip the two of you had stopped three times. It was late at night already, the two of you won’t make it until four am the next day at least. As the sun sets Javier asks you if Laredo feels like home to you.

You wish you weren't so embarrassed about your answer.

“Well, it didn’t feel like home when I was in Miami. I would come home for break and the house felt so empty. Frankie and Genie were traveling, and you were gone and Monica moved away–Liandra was abroad. I cried every night of January, missing the way it used to be. So I guess it feels like home when everyone’s home.”

Javi could have predicted the answer because it was the same for him. The emptiest he had ever felt was when he came home a few months ago to no one but his father. Laredo was home because of the people who loved him.

Laredo felt like home this time around, it didn’t surprise him that New Orleans felt like home this weekend. Maybe it was because you were beside him.

Javi fell asleep at the wheel and you had to steer for a split second. It scared him so badly he allowed you to drive to the nearest motel. When you offered to drive the next stretch he looked to you with a firm scowl and that idea died fast. Locking up the car and paying a skeptically low price in between the border of Texas and Louisiana.

The two of you crash in bed, your legs sprawled over his chest like a koala. He holds your head in the crook of his neck. If you weren’t so tired you would have taken advantage of another night alone. You tried, slowly making out-all tongue and quiet moans. Until he began to snore and you followed suit.

Slapping the alarm at 6 am. Brushing your teeth, showering and changing into tiny shorts and a tank. Javier nearly chokes at the sight of you.

The two of you head out on the road again.

You’re sad once again once you gain sight of your house. Afraid to face your mother, knowing what you know. Afraid to sympathize with her in a way you never have before. You begin to cry again, practically begging Javier to turn around, begging him to drive to another motel.

He promises to take you inside, “I’ll talk to her baby, I’ll take care of it. Let me take care of it.” He lets you breathe for a bit while he unloads your bags from the trunk. His sunglasses pushed over his hair, he somehow opened your door for you with busy hands. Leaning against the car, awaiting your strength.

Shutting your eyes tightly, once, then twice, blinking sense into your body. You step out into the stiff heat of home. Hair pooling at the front of your chest, sticking to your face in its natural waves, your eyes swollen, tips of your fingers brushing under your lashes. Drying all that you could. Javier stares at the ground and the two of you cross the street.

“You head up to your room and unpack, I’ll talk to your mom. I’ll tell her to give you space. She can gather herself before the two of you– you know.” His hand grips the strap of your bag, how desperately he wished his hands were free so he could hold yours. You nod anyway, your own fingers coming up once more to feel the earring pierced in your lobe. It provides a strange swell in Javier’s chest. He was being so kind, offering to talk to your mother but you knew it had to be you first. How you ached to be taken care of, this though, this you had to do. You were in pain, what's a little more?

The front door is open anyway, you step through.

Frankie, Genie and Melissa are all sat at the island. Frankie’s brows screwed in confusion, a smile splitting Genie’s face and Melissa with a frown.

To hell with doing this on my own.

“I’m going to unpack!” You blurt before anyone could utter a hello.

Startling everyone you run upstairs without your bags. Leaving Javier in the entryway with far too many bags for a weekend stay. Flip flops making a shockingly loud noise on the carpeted stairs. You turn the corner, your hands fumbling at the familiar coolness of your doorknob. You throw yourself into bed and immediately begin to panic. To hell with your dad, why was everyone here, for crying out loud? Of all times your selfish brother could stop by– today! You hoped to god Javier was down there using his DEA sweet talking skills.

God it would be so much easier to snoop if this house wasn’t so damn massive. Goddamn inheritance.

“Is she alright?” Genevieve asks, setting her tea down. Her shirt is tight enough to reveal the slightest formation of a bump. Frankie is giving Javier a death stare, all serious. Javier chuckles, setting down the bags and walking over to the bar in which they all huddled. Melissa hurried to pour him a glass of sweet tea. Javier nods a thank you. He hopes this conversation is quick so he could come upstairs with you.

“She–” He sips, his eyes locked with Frankies. He’s trying to kill him with his mind, Javi thinks. He gets it for a second, showing up a day late with his sister who had obviously been crying. Thank god your hair was down, you had been marked up with hickies from the weekend. Javier changed his gaze and locked in on Melissa. “She met her father yesterday.”

Melissa did something Javier has never seen her do. The overly friendly yet passive aggressive lady, the total asshole that ran the Diaz household–Melissa Diaz– dropped her head in shame.

Burying her face in her hands, not crying, no she doesn’t do that. She breathes slowly through her nose, muttering tiny sentences in Spanish, perhaps prayer. But Javier was distracted by her, distracted enough to miss Frankie having the same reaction. Muttering a Fuck, earning a squeeze from Genevieve.

Melissa looks up from her hands, a wrecked expression–something between anxious and heartbroken. Javier felt so out of place delivering this news. “So she knows.”

He nods, his attention turning back to Frankie who was now pacing with the bridge of his nose pinched. Javier understands Melissa, he understands why she never told you. Javier heard all that your father said, it truly had sounded like one of the most heart wrenching experiences a young mother could go through. But Frankie– “You knew?” Javier’s voice booms, he never wants to fight with your brother but Javier’s protective side is noxious.

Frankie shakes his head, his hand dropping. “Course’ I knew!” He shouts back.

“Tone it down!” Genie shouts and like always, Frankie listens with a deep breath. Javier calms it too, standing feet away from someone he calls his best friend. He wasn’t sure if that was even the case anymore, maybe if it was ever the case.

“She was too damn sensitive. We were waiting until she was ready to let her know.” Frankie shakes his head, his eyes locking on the image hanging behind Javier’s head. You with a window space between your teeth in the first grade, eyes shut mid image. Javi has passed the image a million times, he knows the one from the way Frankies angry eyes settle. They settle in the way everyones does when they think of her, when they think of you.

“She’s twenty two.This experience was really hard for her–the-the things he said to her, Frankie.” He’s nearly choked up, his hand shaking as he gestures at the stairs, the anger was building in his chest and it wouldn’t go down. He turns to your mother whose eyes were wide and glassed “And Ms. Diaz, I sympathize with you. I really do. But you knew she was going to see him–she told you and all you could do was make her feel more alone. Threatening to kick her out?”

Frankie’s eyes snapped to his mothers now. “Mom? What?” Her lip quivered and for the first time in her life Frankie looked at his mother as if she wasn't a perfect reflection of mother Mary. Genie scoffs too. For a moment Javi feels bad for her, then his eyes fall to the fridge, fall onto a christmas magnet. Holding up a picture of the two of them on the couch of the church basement, her in a ridiculous dress and him in that cable knit sweater he loved once.

In black ink,

A.D (16) y J.P (17) 1979.

And he’s reminded of the holidays.

“I didn’t mean it. She just never listens to me. I told her not to go.” Her voice shook and there were tears, Javier had never seen the woman cry before. Not in this way. “She has a family here, I was hurt that she wanted a relationship with that man!”

Frankies furrowed brow relaxes for a moment and he’s back under the spell of his mother, he steps closer and Genie grabs her hand in comfort. “Mom, it’s alright–”

“Jesus fucking christ.” Javier laughs, rubbing his tired eyes. His eyes are tired of yellow lines, green lights and tearful eyes of the woman he loves. So fucking tired of being the only one who can see clearly even through all this exhaustion. The three shot glances back at Javier. Frankie scoffs an, how dare you curse in front of my crying mother sort of scoff. “You rarely treated that girl like family. She spent Thanksgiving with me! My dad has thrown her birthday parties since she was fourteen! I carried her to my house and my dad patched her knees. So I’m sorry that Andrea’s interest in a family elsewhere hurt your feelings.” Genie has covered her mouth in shock and the looks on your family's face could only be compared to one of a child who was just reprimanded by a teacher.

With his chest rising and falling in anger, Javier points at the fridge. Your mothers eyes snap to the polaroid image of a young tired you and a grinning Javier.

“Andrea was fifteen in 1979.”

You fell asleep by the time Javier comes up to say goodbye. He watches you curled in a ball in the middle of your bed and he yearns to sneak in next to you. But he couldn't. Instead he opened your drawers and sat at the edge of your bed sorting your luggage. You surely did overpack, he feels a bit guilty for not giving you enough time to dress in all the pretty things you folded neatly. The silence rings out in your room, just enough for him to hear the mess he made down in the kitchen. He stayed as quiet as possible to hear the bickering from upstairs.

How dare he speak to me that way! He hears your mothers muffled screech. He also hears words of I’m calling his father. He snickers at that, how stupid. Shaking his head and placing your shorts in your second drawer (the one with the carving of your name in it, where all your shorts went) he surprisingly hears your brother respond.

He–had a point mom, we haven’t been the best to her. You know that.

Javier freezes with his brows shot high. Javi never really included your brother in the blame until recently. In high school he just thought his best friend was an immature shitty older brother– that's the way brothers were. But the older Javier got older the more he thought about you, the more he thought about your mother and your brother. The more bitter the taste on his tongue settled. From the recent stern talks he had with Frankie he saw that he cared but for things that truly didn’t matter as much. Scalding in anger at the thought of his sister with Javi but completely indifferent to the neglect he cosigned.

Javier never thought he would hear Frankie agree with him on this topic. So he stayed frozen and quiet enough to hear him.

We tried–I tried. Melissa cries. Javier finds it hard to feel any sympathy for your mother.

Obviously not hard enough–thanksgiving!

Was that true? She spent thanksgiving alone? Genie’s voice slipped in.

There was a scoff, It was only three times!

Javier decides to stop listening.

You wake up at eight in the night and realize your sleep schedule is fucked. You had a week to recover. The upcoming Saturday was finally the wedding and the second round of summer school doesn't pick up again until the end of June. You felt Javier kiss you goodbye in your slumber. You also knew at about 6 pm your mother slipped into your room and spoke to your half asleep body. Your back faced her as your body slept but your mind wasn’t. You could hear words unspoken by her once before. You almost heard sniffling but you weren’t sure.

He wasn’t ready and I was. I was so angry–I’m still so angry and I take it out on you–Andrea, forgive me. She kisses your shoulder, and your mind tells you to flinch but your sleepy body leans into her rare affection.

She says I’m sorry, I’m sorry I don’t know to be your mother.

You're not comforted but you're relieved to hear it.

You chose not to forgive her. But you listen while she tells you the story of your life in all honesty for the first time.

Your mom doesn't ask you to take care of your baby sister, you offer it instead. You watch her practice her wedding speech. She cries at each attempt and if you weren’t so upset you would laugh with her about it. You miss Javier dearly, it's only been a day but you suppose you’ve been spoiled rotten by the weekend away. You think of calling him the second you woke up but you decide to cool it. You pick up your sister from the living room floor and walk her around the neighborhood in the new stroller your step-dad bought. You saw them in a catalog a few months back, gasped at the price and closed it quickly.

You suppose it was nice to be alone, you spent the entire walk thinking of your father, of your mother. You pictured your half sisters, people who hadn’t been a thought in your head until two days ago. You wondered if they suffered differently, maybe they suffered more having a man so cold in their lives. On your way to the park you pass a flyer for Peña’s Ranch Hand, and you don’t cry about your father for the first time. You walk right past the park and end up at Chucho Peña’s residence. Not for Javier, just for his father.

Don Chucho is smiling ear to ear when he finds you with little Sol, he says “Javi isn’t home mama.” You laugh and surprise him by saying you were here to see him.

You recline your napping sister and sit at the dinner table, served with sweet tea. You laugh for a few hours while he tells you stories of a young Javier accidentally overfeeding his first fish named, papi, because that was the only word he knew. He tells you he would smell the weed from the basement almost every time, you drop your face in your hands in embarrassment. You all truly thought you were insulation masters with the door crack stuffed with towels. “That smell came straight upstairs, I was just happy you guys weren’t out on the streets you know.”

The sun sets and you thank him for always being there. He kisses your head and says, “You have always been like a daughter to me, thank you.” You decided maybe you could be alright with this little family.

You reassemble the stroller and the door opens before you could even reach for it. Your face is met by a small breeze and the imposing view of Javier in a suit. His face had been his natural tough set, pouted and bothered to be alive. He doesn’t register it’s you for a moment, but his face softens entirely when he realizes his eyes weren’t deceiving him. Your lips quirk and your head flies to look behind your shoulder to find the hall completely empty, Chucho out of view. Javier looks too and wastes no time in leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips. “Leaving so soon?” He whispers before standing up straight.

You blush like a schoolgirl, gripping the stroller with your life. “Yeah, just wanted to visit your dad.” You jut your chin at your sleeping sister. “Also she fell asleep during our walk.”

Javier’s eyes brighten at the sight of Soleil sleeping so peacefully. “Qué preciosa.” He kneels running his knuckle across her cheek and something in your belly tightens at the sight. “I can take you two home.” He says once she straightens up again, with a groan like an old man. You look out the door behind him, the sky still bright pink and the sun warm.

“I’ll walk, I’ll call when I get home.” You smile and he nods. You look over your shoulder once more. “See you later baby.” You step on your tip-toes and kiss his cheek, you head on your way.

Javier watches you leave until you're out of sight and he begins to breathe funny. He’s almost glad it's him that has to leave at the end of this because he can't bear it be you to walk away.

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Thank you to @forabeatofadrum , @wordsofhoneydew , @onthewaytosomewhere , @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion for tagging me for Six Sentence Sunday and WIP Wednesday!

I'm tired - are you all tired? Can I nap now?

Writing is going slowly, but its going:)

Some bits and pieces from assorted Klaine and RWRB WIP for you all under the link.

1.) From Puppy Love (RWRB Fluffy kid!fic): (cc @omgbarbiegurl )

“I know it’s crazy because maybe it’s kind of soon in our friendship and all . . but . . .” “Henry,” Nora gave him this warning glare that he felt even Raf wouldn’t be able to to ignore. “ . .Would you be my emergency dog sitter/walker when I’m caught in a bind?” Henry blurted out quickly. “Of course!” Henry sighed in relief. “Thank you.” “Did you seriously think I’d say no?” Nora looked at David as he rolled over again to hint at a need for belly scratches. “I can hardly say no to Raf, you think I’d do the same to you and this adorable little guy?” She reached down to satisfy David’s insatiable need for attention, chuckling as she heard the happy grunts the beagle made as soon as she started. Henry reached into his pocket and tentatively pulled out a spare key for his apartment. “I trust that you’ll use this sparingly and only when necessary?” “I will guard it with my life, “ Nora exclaimed as she took possession of the key. “And I promise to refold everything in your underwear drawer after I rifle through it.” She winked. “I am regretting this decision already.” Nora stuck her tongue out at Henry playfully. “Oh you’re full of it. You know you love me, or you wouldn’t have asked. I am a delight!.” “You sound like Papi,” Raf said as he took over scratching David’s belly. “He learned from the best, kiddo,” Nora said, smirking. “I might be in need of your services sooner than later - but only if it won’t disrupt you and Raf. If it will, I’m sure David would be fine by himself for a few hours today.” Henry confessed. “Noooooooooo!” Raf wailed, hugging David tightly. “Can David stay and play? Please Tia Nora? Please? Please-please-please-please?” Raf turned on the pout and the puppy eyes. David seemed to get the memo, Henry could have sworn the beagle was looking at Nora with the same expression. It was impossible for anyone to say no to those eyes ( human and canine).“Only if you finish your homework first. Play after, OK?” Nora sighed as she told Raf. “Someone’s got to be responsible here. Your father trusted me with that.” Raf cheered as he gave David another big hug and was rewarded with a multitude of doggie kisses in return. Henry had to grin at the bond David was developing with the little boy. It was the kind of friendship he wished he had when he was younger. A dog like David certainly would have made life in his grandmother’s house so much more tolerable. “Am I ever getting my dog back there do you think?” Henry asked as he leaned in to Nora. “I’m not quite sure.” Nora snickered. “He’ll be in good hands, I promise.” She nudged Henry gently with her shoulder. “Not to be too nosy. But is everything OK? Us watching David is kind of out of the blue - you two have been inseparable ever since you adopted him and brought him home.” Henry blushed as he fiddled with the postcard in his hands. “I . .um . . may have . . a date.” “Shut up!” Nora cried gleefully as she smacked him on the arm. “That’s fantastic! Oh god, what will happen when Mrs. Schoenfeld finds out? Will she double down on the baked goods to win you over?” Nora cackled loudly at the thought. Henry groaned. “If that happens, I am leaving everything on your doormat.”

2.) From Sanctuary (Klaine fantasy AU): ( cc @datshitrandom and @justgleekout)

Taking the items and quickly tying them up in the cloth that the princeling had brought with him, the young woman paused for a moment, her eyes closing and her brow furrowing in concern. With one hand resting on her growing belly and one resting on the wooden table to support her weight, she paused in her task abruptly. Blaine held his breath as he watched. Mistress Fabray was a gifted young woman who came from a long line of seers. He had heard of her visions and how they could overtake her at any time of the day or night. It was why she lived in the small secluded cottage away from the prying eyes of those in the castle. A slight breeze blew through the cottage, setting the assortment of crystals hanging above the window chiming softly against one another. Quinn’s eyes filled with a golden glow, masking the kind brown ones that often were there. Her body shuddered as the vision overtook her. She gasped out, her voice gravelly and hard : Over hill, through darkened dale The blood flows fast, the cheek grows pale The crown that clatters to the ground Lies tarnished now and makes no sound. The bird that flies on moonlit wings No longer soars, no longer sings It tumbles swiftly from its nest So longing for its heart to rest By waters edge its finds its place Its soul will mend. A kindly face, Two lives entwined, two spirits one Beneath the boughs, warmed by the sun The courage lost is found in plain sight A journey then from day to night Brings fledglings back toward home and then The crown once rusted, shines again Falling to her knees, the seeress cried out as if in pain. The princeling rushed forward to catch her as she went limp in his arms, her eyes rolling backward. Panic begun to set in as Blaine lowered her gently to the floor. He had to get help. “Watch over her, puss," the young prince ordered the brindle cat aa he stumbled out of the cottage door and down the well worn path that led farther into the wood.

3.) From my online auction!AU - how ardently i admire and love you - (RWRB fic)

Alex looked up to see his older sister come through the door, kicking off her heels and walking over to them. June leaned over to kiss Nora as she grabbed a burrito for herself. She plopped down on the other end of the couch , dropping her feet in her brother’s lap and wigging her toes. “What’s the existential crisis, lil bit?” She asked, her eyes twinkling merrily. Alex huffed at his sister as he slowly picked away at the burrito in his hands. “Henry’s birthday.” “Ahhhhh,” June nodded in understanding. “Planning a party or buying a gift?” “Gift.” Nora responded around a mouth full of burrito. “Everything I think of he either owns, or has turned out to not be so great of an idea. Bea talked me down from buying a polo pony a while ago.” June wrinkled her nose at that suggestion. “Really Alex? Polo?” “I know, I know . . Bea said the same thing.” “It’s just not really . . .Henry.” Nora said as she passed the bag of tortilla chips to the siblings. "Don't get me wrong, I know he plays but he's never gave me that rich-guy-polo-vibe. He's too down to earth, really." “I was at the end of my rope.” “Naughty . . .” Nora teased, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. “There’s a good shibari workshop I know of . . if that’s more your thing.” “Nora!” June hissed, giving her girlfriend the “do-not-talk-about-that-in-front-of-my-little-brother” glare. “Oh . . . .OH . . . oh . . eeeeeewwww,” Alex groaned as he looked at the both of them, his head bobbing back and forth as if he was watching a tennis match between the two. “No. Stop. Stop right there. Too much information. I don’t ever want that picture seared into my brain.” “No kink shaming, Alex.” June said as she poked him in the stomach with her ankle. “Never say the words ‘kink’ and’ shaming’ to me in the same sentence ever again, Bug. I never want to know how you two defile this apartment when I’m not here.” “But . . .” piped up Nora. “Never. Want. To. Know.”

4.) From If I Can Make Your Heart My Home ( Klaine fic) (cc @datshitrandom)

“Hello, my darling. Have you been here long?” Cooper glanced up from his phone to see his grandmother standing in front of him, two steaming paper cups in her hands. She offered one to him which he took gratefully. “Thanks, Nan.” He said, sighing as he took a long pull from the cup. “Did your meeting go well?” She sighed. “As well as it could have gone, I suppose. June is still livid about what happened at the Martell Fundraiser. But I suppose one can’t blame her.” Lillian peered down the hallway towards her grandson’s room. “How was Blaine today?” “As well as could be expected. What was it that Doctor Figgins told us? Pneumonia? “Bacterial pneumonia that was too far gone.” Nana said sadly. “I should have caught on, but your brother was trying to not let me see how ill he was.” “Pain in the ass,” muttered Cooper, taking another sip of his coffee.”If he already wasn’t in the hospital, I’d put him in there myself.” Lillian chuckled. “Why are you sitting out here? Oh, and did Sam come by today? He told me he would when I ran into him this morning.” Cooper stretched his long legs and arms, yawning deeply. “I’m sorry, I just needed a bit of a break. Since Blaine ’s been sleeping most of the time, I don’t think he would have noticed if I slipped out for a bit. But yeah, Sam came by for a bit during lunch, dropped off some comic books for Blaine. Told me Schubert is having a grand ole time having a sleepover with him.” Cooper’s eyes darted back down the hall toward where Blaine’s room was located. “Nan, that fellow, Kurt, came by again.” he confessed “He’s in with Blaine now. I kind of felt he needed privacy. Blaine’s still asleep, though.” Lillian’s eyes softened. “I’m glad he came to visit.” “What’s his deal, Nan? What’s going on between those two?” “Kurt and Blaine have a lot to figure out and a lot to talk about, Cooper,” Lillian said. “And that’s all you’ll get from me.” Cooper pouted. “You’re no fun.” Lillian rolled her eyes as she stood up, brushing wrinkles away from her skirt. “And you, my darling, love gossip too much. Just like your grandfather.”

Ooof . . that was a lot.

So tagging for folks ( no pressure!): @hkvoyage, @spaceorphan18, @14carrotghoul, @myheartalivewrites, @kirakiwiwrites , @madas-ahatters-world and and anyone else who wants to go for it - go ahead!

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yellowcry · 4 months

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Gluing the broken glass

(Tell me what to do to make it all feel better)

Mirabel had never cooked for such a big fiesta before. No, there were celebrations, often including the whole village. But usually, it didn't have such importance, unlike the gift ceremony. And, obviously, Mirabel hadn't cooked for a one ever before. The last gift ceremony was hers, and no one would know about her wonderful healing abilities that she would get. The other ceremonies that Mirabel lived through were Camilo's and Luisa's, but the latter didn't really count, taking into account that Mirabel was about eight months old at the time. So she was somehow excited. Mirabel made sure to create the best table for tonight.

The old stove sizzled as Mirabel placed another portion to bake, then she ran off to place the aborrajados in a decorative way. It wasn't any normal meal, so arrangements must be appropriate for the occasion. Then Mirabel got back to cooking for a bit; there were still a lot of repast she had to make until the evening.

"Mi amor, how are you doing?" Mirabel looked up and saw her mom standing next to the pedestal table. "It seems like a lot of work..." Mirabel just nodded, not looking up from the dough she was kneading at the moment. "It's good; I should make it in time." She rubbed her hands against her apron before getting back to the kitchener and turning the baked goods over.

"Don't push yourself too hard," Julieta asked, putting her hand on her daughter's shoulder. "I know you want to help, but you have to take care of yourself."

The girl just sighed, looking up at her mother for a bit. "I know, mama, I promise I'm doing great." Maybe she was tired a bit, but the thoughts of Antonio finally getting his door were enough to shave her tiredness off. In a way, this ceremony was way calmer than Mirabel's ten years before, as far as she could remember it. After all, she was the younger sister of a giftless Isabela, so there were questions about her getting a gift, even despite the fact that Luisa already had one. Antonio was in a better position. And, after four gifted grandkids, everyone just assumed that Isabela was a strange mishap, for whatever the reason. Abuela herself had always been saying that Isabela was just like she was. In a way, Mirabel felt bitter. Abuela was spending almost all her attention on Isabela, despite the lack of a gift. And, probably just to add herself even more attention, Isabela was always dressing the same way Abuela did in her youth.

Julieta took a place next to her, now helping with the cooking. Mirabel smiled kindly but still spoke out. "You don't have to help; I can do this." Having somebody to share the work with was a nice feeling, but Mirabel wasn't a child.

"She's right, Mija," Agústin interrupted them. Mirabel looked up at her father and let out an exhausted groan, seeing another dose of swollen bee stings on his face.

"Papi...." She sighed, taking one of her fresh-baked pandebonos and passing it to him.

"No, don't worry, I can take the rest of the menu on myself!" Agustin announced this after he finished his healing. Julieta and Mirabel looked at each other, knowing how bad of an idea this would be.

After what seemed to be hours, Julieta managed to convince Mirabel out of the kitchen for ten minutes. She agreed to that, mainly because she wanted to see preparations in her own eyes. The patio was filled with people, decorating it, placing benches for the elderly, and just generally trying to help. Mirabel paced a bit faster, as she saw Isabela with a notebook, she most likely was leading the process again when Abuela got distracted. Honestly, Mirabel didn't want to do this in front of her sister at all. Still, a stinging jealousy pinched her heart. Isabela was most certainly the favorite among the grandkids, despite the lack of a gift. Mirabel never quite understood why. The only thing she actually knew about her big sister is that she was usually with Abuela. And Mirabel had been busy with her cooking, trying to do her best to help.

Her thoughts were drowned in the townspeople's noises, and Mirabel didn't want to get struck with dozens of questions that she couldn't even answer to. So she walked upstairs, where the amount of people was smaller. Casita usually didn't allow outsiders on the second floor. From far away, she could already see Luisa's big figure standing in front of Mirabel's door, covering her carved picture. Noticing Abuela took a bit more time.

"Where's Osvaldo? He promised to deliver the rest of the decor half an hour ago."

Luisa pursed her lips, looking to the side. Her face muscles were strained a little as she filtered out the sound she needed. "He's almost here." She'd finally breathed out, turning her attention back to Abuela.

Their grandmother sighed harshly. "You needed to check on him once he didn't come in time." Mirabel bit her lip awkwardly; she knew that Abuela was strict and always demanded to do their best all the time. Luisa just nodded wordlessly before turning her attention to her younger sibling, who was standing on the other side of the second floor. "Hermanita, do you need anything?"

Mirabel winced; even she sometimes tended to forget that there was nothing that could hide from Luisa's cat-like hearing.

Abuela looked at her as well, finally noticing the fact that she had been spied on for a while. "Mirabel, why aren't you in the kitchen? You have to prepare for the night." She demanded, now staring at her across the patio. Mirabel looked down, clutching the railing tightly. She didn't mean to get distracted; Mom just wanted to do some cooking as well. "I'm sorry, Abuela; I decided to go out for some fresh air. Mama is replacing me right now." She knew it didn't excuse her, but at least it was some reason to slack off on her chores.

Luisa tilted her head before nodding in confirmation that it was true and that their mom was, in fact, in the kitchen instead of her youngest daughter right now.

For a moment, Mirabel looked down, not looking at her hermana and Abuela. "Is there anyone who would miss the ceremony?" If anyone didn't come, the amount of food would be slightly less, so Mirabel wanted to be sure of who would be at the party.

Luisa bit her lip for a second before replying. "Not as I know about." Mirabel tilted her head from the echoing voice. Why wouldn't Luisa know who wouldn't come? Mirabel was pretty sure Luisa could hear who had mentioned this. On the other hand, there's a chance nobody said it out loud, and Luisa was most certainly unable to listen to the inner thoughts. Well, it seemed that Mirabel would have to make her full plan.

Abuela lifted her head to look over Luisa. "Check if everything is going on time. Tonight must be perfect."

Luisa nodded, just like she always did at any request. "I'm..." Mirabel knew that her sister would most certainly going to say that she was on it, but she had suddenly trail off, wincing before she had covered her ears, hunching over the handrailing.

A moment later, Tía Pepa rushed upstairs like a crazy wind. The floor almost shook from her footsteps. Or it actually did. It was loud enough even for Mirabel to startle for a moment, not even mentioning Luisa, who didn't say anything but looked at Pepa with a face that said that she would gladly rip off Tia's legs to make her quieter.

Tia Pepa muttered in a yelling tone of voice, visibly trembling. "Tonight must be perfect, but if it's not perfect, then..."

"Mi amor, be careful." Tío Felix ran after her.

A second later, Dolores had gotten upstairs too, joining this little family meeting. "Oh, mama, don't worry. Antonio will definitely get the best gift ever." The warm couple looked at their daughter, who waved her head slightly, creating another ark of flowers that wrapped around the barrier. Pepa looked down at her child, now running to her. "Ah, how much did you grow up!" She mumbled in awe, squeezing Dolores' cheek slightly. "Mama, please..."

Mirabel looked at the other side and noticed that Luisa was gone already. Alright, it was probably time for her to get back to work as well. There was a whole night ahead.

#encanto #ao3 author #fanfic #encanto au #gluing the broken glass au #mirabel madrigal #julieta madrigal #luisa madrigal #alma madrigal

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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CONSIDER. little dove/aus talking about their exes and trying not to feel jealous and protective

you used my own consider against me anon. i feel flattered. this did not go nearly as blurby as i wanted it to, so TRUTHFULLY if you want i'll write a whole second thing about it. especially since like i said, you used my consider on me. i loved it, honest to god. okay so, preface this with the following things. i have the idea that papi is andy garcia. any of the other exes i'm of the belief that you can pick your poison, i have an actual list of the rest based on the names i have them for titles, but everyone's tastes are different. now i will say my second choice, my "younger" choice was oscar isaac, however. so if you want, that's also a thing. tw: age difference ( i've added decades to the daddies ), jealousy, armie hammer, the usual daddy kink shit. also! i enjoy andy garcia IMMENSELY so trust me turning him into what happens was not necessarily intended it just happened mostly blame @satninbeaulieu .

if i knew then what i know now

consider that austin had dated vanessa hudgens for nine years. a period of time that honestly would put them dangerously close to being married by common law in a number of places. this terrifies you when you're in austin's arms eighty percent of the time. you've been left behind before and while your relationships have been short you know that being with someone that long? that usually means you're in it for the long haul no matter what. so you feel jealous of how she's gone through so much of his life already with him. yeah, you couldn't have been there but it doesn't stop you from wishing that you were able to meet him just a little bit sooner because he loved her so much and to hear all about what they went through sends a stake through your heart.

but you didn't meet him earlier so you were stuck with this overwhelming jealousy for someone you like as an actress. it's depressing when you dwell on it, especially since you know that you can't meet her any time soon because you don't get over almost ten years of a relationship and you dating him? yeah, you can kiss your chances of acting with her for a while. but still, you see his face when he talks about her, sees how he feels like despite the fact that it was mutual that maybe he wishes they hadn’t broken it off, that he feels as if he lost her because of a role she wanted him to do. It’s moments like those, whispered words asking you not to leave him that you swear you’d like to give vanessa a piece of your mind because he spent all of his twenties almost with her only to end up hurt at the end of it. no, that wasn’t fair. that was the exact opposite of fair and the exact opposite of what austin deserved. you shouldn’t be this protective over him but you know it hurt him just like it hurt her, but she’s not your girlfriend and he’s your boyfriend, your daddy. you know who you’d pick in a heartbeat.

consider. austin is not a jealous person by nature, he's not. call it the california surfer dude in him, call it being the child of divorced parents, call it being raised by his mom to be okay with things like that. the point is, he doesn't get jealous he knows how to take care of his partner and they'll always come home with him. you especially because the pair of you are so intertwined. he is, however, forever jealous of papi. papi who you call like clockwork every two weeks because "austin, daddy, i might love you, but i wouldn't be here if it wasn't for andrés, my papi." and it takes him until hearing him on a facetime call to realize you meant andy garcia. which in the exact person he would like to argue he cannot and will never be able to compete against because for one he is a tall lanky white boy but also because it's andy garcia, who competes with that man. no one.

in the future when they run into each other while you're broken up and it's bad because he- he's always had an idea of how you are with him, that he makes you smile and that it's fine. sure you've had a panic attack or two post the phone calls but he always wrote that off as something else. You wrote them off as something else, even. But when he meets him it makes so much more sense.

“how do you like the girl I made, mr. butler?” he says, a smile on his face for the cameras.

“don’t flatter yourself, man, you can’t make a person in two months. She existed before you.” austin rolls his eyes with a huff.

“not as the needy- what does she say you call her- little dove you have. that is several years and two months of work. she called me today, has she called you?”

you curse austin out for what he says to papi and half curse out papi that night.

but that's not right now. while you're together he can't help but feel jealous and how he makes you laugh and how he swears you tell him everything. he's not your papi any more but you wouldn't know it. it's what makes him see green when you talk to him. he has to always remove himself from the picture. but at least he likes him, at least he doesn't inspire the rush of protective feelings the rest of them do. at least not yet.

there's armie hammer who if austin ever runs into he will deck in the face and call papi or to help him, because he might be jealous of the man and think he messed you up by getting involved with you like he did- he at least still cares for you, he thinks. there's a mark or two on your body you don't talk about but he recognizes them for what they were. marks that should have healed but didn't because you had an alleged cannibal idiot for a dom. not even a daddy. just a simple dom. austin growls any time he thinks of him and while he would never really wish ill will on anyone- he does on armie. he's glad that the man's career is probably over.

there's sir who is a child in austin's eyes even if he's closer to your age and should be better for you. and it's funny because that boy shouldn't have been near you because he couldn't- he broke something in you. he left you and you don't talk about it. you liked him a lot, he just didn't like you as much as he liked other girls. shame, because you might have been more understanding if he had just told you. austin could be jealous of how sir gallivanted around sticking his dick into everything but he's not. he's more mad that he had you at work or at home while doing it. what a waste.

consider père. the reason truthfully you ask austin to move to cannes in the future. "you'll be better off here. they'll like you." he is- he is too fresh for austin to know how to feel about him. truth be told you still don't know yourself. it was a whirlwind and you find his wife to be gorgeous and she's only a little older than you. austin finds him to be- well he thinks that père believes you a lolita in his life. a muse or something that yes- he has thought about you too, but he's seen how needy you were after him. he's seen that he needs to shield you from falling under whispered french again. hell, it's half the reason he learns it and you increase your fluency in it during the lockdown. he calls you on occasion, but you never call him, a fact that does set austin on edge when you excuse yourself to take a call for five minutes when he sees bête pop up on your phone.

after cannes he realizes he shouldn't have been jealous or worried about him. "i feel like i need to be jealous of you." "don't be, you're much prettier and younger. and american."

#this is why i reblogged that.#oop #austin butler x priscilla actress reader #i would add all the other tags but i'm mildly shy about this one. so just the default.#i'm real sorry anon. i can feel it in my bones this is so not what you were asking for but it's what my brain did.#I WILL SAY. i've got like 3 jealousy fics getting worked on so that's a thing.#no gif this time i don't think. i couldn't pick one i liked tbh.#idk. no witty tags today.#ally writes

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chickwiththepurpleguitar · 2 years

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YOU STILL NEED PROMPTS AND I NEED CARRIE + RAY IN THE PARENTING VERSE, OKAY? just.... he is papi. i'm cry

Here you go my friend! Hope you enjoy! This takes place in like March 2015.

Carrie blows out a long sigh as Mr. Molina’s van pulls into the elementary school parking lot.

She considers checking her phone for the 800th time, to see if maybe she missed a message, an excuse, an apology. But there’s no point. There won’t be one.

The van rolls to a stop in front of the curb where Carrie’s been sitting since school let out, since Mami picked up Julie to take her to soccer practice and Carlos to baseball and called to Carrie through the car window, “Your dad’s on his way, sweetheart, he’s just running a little late!”

Well. “A little late” was four hours ago. Carrie already missed dance class, did tonight’s and tomorrow’s homework, and left about ten thousand messages with her dad’s assistant.

And not only did he not call her back, he’s still not here.

The driver’s side door slams open, and Ray Molina tumbles around the front of the car. “Carrie! Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry, I totally forgot I was supposed to pick you up today. You’ve been waiting so long, are you okay?”

If Carrie were younger, or stupider, she might have believed him. Heck, two months ago, she probably would’ve believed him.

But ever since the new year, Dad’s been acting weird. Distant and distracted. He eats dinner in his room more often than not, leaving Carrie alone with their private chef Gerta in the giant dining room of tier stupid new giant mansion. He missed Carrie’s last dance recital because of a “work emergency” and she can’t even remember the last time he smiled or laughed or told her he was proud of her.

“It’s okay,” she says as she tosses her backpack into the backseat and climbs up onto her booster. “You don’t have to pretend. Was it important?”

Papi hesitates as he buckles her seat belt for her. “Was what important, hon?”

Carrie sighs. “Whatever Daddy’s doing.”

Papi sighs, caught, and gives her a sad smile and a kiss on the cheek. “He just got held up at the studio, okay? It won’t happen again.”

“That’s what he said last time.”

Ray goes quiet again, just for a moment, like he doesn’t want to lie to her but he can’t quite bring himself to tell her the whole truth either.

Finally, he says, “Your daddy loves you very much, Carebear. He’s going through a bit of a hard time right now, that happens to daddies sometimes. Doesn’t mean he loves you any less, just means he might need a little help now and again. That’s what your mami and me are for. But don’t worry, we’re not gonna let him get off scot free for making you wait so long before he called me to come pick you up. I’m sure he’s sorry.”

Carrie squirms in her seat a little. She wants to believe him, wants to believe her daddy just needs a break from everything, like she does sometimes when the world just feels like too much.

But God, it feels like whatever kind of hard time he’s having has been lasting forever.

“Tell you what,” Papi decides, patting her knee. “How about you and I stop for ice cream on the way home? We don’t even have to get any for Julie and Carlos, it’ll just be our treat.”

Carrie bites back a smile. She can’t just start feeling better that easily, she’s been grumpy too long. “Can I get a double scoop?”

“Whatever will make you happiest, nena.” Papi holds out a finger. “Deal?”

Carrie twists her own finger around his. “Deal.”

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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I think you know why I’m here, I need that part 3 of that werewolf au im DYING to see what happens

Say fucking LESS- you are not ready for this ;)

She stood there, waiting for the pain. She studied his face, looking for a sign of movement. Something. Anything. He could've pulled the trigger by now. But he hadn't. And she was pretty sure she knew why.

"You won't shoot me."

"Like fuck I won't. Shut up. Stop talking."

"You won't shoot me. Because you love me too, idiota."

His finger flexed, but did little else. His face screamed that he hated this realization, before he opened the weapon, and let all the bullets fall onto the floor. He pulled the trigger, but of course, nothing happened.

"You're...right. I love you, Pepa. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's crazy. It IS crazy, actually. But I...I can't hurt you. I need you."

She leaned down to kiss his nose, before undoing the restraints on his feet. She had to help him up, despite the fact that he tried to do it himself.

"Is there anything broken?"

"I think just my ankle. Thankfully. I pride myself in being sturdy, but your friend back there was more rough than I'm used to."

She chuckled as she helped him up the steps, almost wanting to laugh as he winced at the bright kitchen light.

"My sister, actually."

"Thought that was the small one."

"No, that's my little brother. He just acts like a little girl. And you're lucky it wasn't my mamà. She'd kill you in an instant."

Félix gave a low whistle as she tried to look for a way to get out of here.

"Tough family. How did a WHOLE family get turned?"

"We weren't. We were born this way. Our papi had it, but when he was hunted, he gave his strength to our mamà, who gave it to us."

She was about to take him to the front door, when he gripped onto her to stop her.

"Pepa. We're moving extremely fast here, but...where do we take this from here? We can't just run off into the sunset like some story book."

"Doesn't matter. We'll figure it out. I just...know I need you."

"Don't we all, sis?"

They both quickly turned their head to Bruno, who was clearly still not over the fact that he got shot, given his bandaged shoulder, and his scowl. Pepa mentally freaked out, knowing exactly what Bruno WANTED to do.

"Bruno, listen to me, don't call mami! Just let us leave!"

"I'm sorry- you want me to let you run off with a hunter? That you've known for like, two days? The one who SHOT ME?!"

Félix winced a bit, clearly feeling about it now.

"Too late to say sorry?"

"Very. Too. Late. MAMI!!!"

Pepa tried to run for it, really she did. But her mother was always a step ahead. She was at the front door in a second, with a very, VERY displeased look on her face.

"Pepa. I've had enough of this infatuation. I wanted to take a nap before dinner, but I suppose we just have to get started."

Alma had Félix on the floor in a second, and Pepa tried to help him, really she did. But Julieta and Bruno held her back, muttering for her to not question mamà. She raised her clawed hand up, about to strike him, despite her daughter's pleas for mercy. Félix raised his arm, trying to block the blow, before yelling something that made all of them stop in their tracks.

"I CAN GRANT YOU IMMUNITY!"

She paused, studying him for a moment, as if he suddenly started speaking gibberish.

"Immunity?"

Félix nodded, wincing as he sat up due to his wounds.

"Yes, immunity. My organization makes deals with your kind. If you cooperate, like no more eating people and all that shit-I can put you on a protective list."

Alma was listening. She always preferred to be alone, the idea of no more visitors definitely pleased her.

"So...I wouldn't have to deal with anymore hunters?"

"No. I just need to make one phone call. So, I just need my phone that you guys took from me."

"Alright, deal. Our life, for yours. Bruno, give me the phone we took from him."

"I...can't. Someone bet me to eat it."

They all looked towards the younger man, brows raised.

"Who bet you?"

"Me. Listen I got bored and I kinda thought he was gonna die."

Julieta sighed, letting go of Pepa.

"We'd have to take him to town to make a call, since we have no phones in the house. I can go with Pepa, just to make sure it happens."

Abuela nodded, helping him get up to his feet rather easily.

"We will ALL go. We always get things done better as a pack. Julieta, clean him up, he looks suspicious otherwise. Five minutes, not a minute more. Bruno, ruana."

Her mom was always so calculated and exact. Not a second was wasted on her schedule. Pepa stood there as Julieta spruced him up, just enough so it didn't look like they mugged him.

"You're walking with a limp. Is there a way you can make it to town without doing that?"

"Sorry, not a chance. Pepa had to carry me out of there. Strong woman. I like it."

Julieta gave Pepa a warning glare, seeming to somehow know she was giving him loving eyes. Julieta rolled up his pant leg a bit, and despite his wincing, she felt it up.

"Good news. It's not broken, I can just pop it back in. Pepa, spoon. You, bite."

Oh boy. She knew where this was going. Pepa grabbed a spoon from the counter, and handed it to her. She shoved the handle in his mouth, and Pepa winced as Julieta grabbed it, and practically body slammed it back into place. She'd give him credit though, he didn't cry like Bruno did that one time.

"Hijole, could you be a BIT more gentle with my new boyfriend here?"

"If we had time, I'd give him numbing medicine, but we don't. Give him some alcohol from the fridge if you must."

Pepa did just that, and swapped the spoon for a bottle of booze. He took a swig, sighing in relief.

"Gracias, Pepita."

"Ew, you guys are on a petname basis now."

Retorted Bruno, who just came down the stairs. Alma seemed to appear out of nowhere, face stern as ever.

"We will discuss your...choices, after Pepa. This is already taking too much time from tonight. Come."

Pepa stayed by Félix's side as they made it out of the house, just in case he'd lose footing and fall. She had no idea how this man had made her care for him so much. But seeing him wince at pain, even if it was minor, hurt her inside.

"I'll buy you a proper drink once we get to town. Something strong."

"Only if you have one too, mi amor. You're pretty when you're drunk."

"You say that to all the women."

"Sure, but you're the only one who looks kinda scary while doing it. It's kinda hot."

Abuela chuckled at his comment, as if he said something hilarious.

"Oh, he sounds like your Abuelo, he told me the exact same thing. Maybe we don't HAVE to kill this one."

"Oh my god why is he ALREADY getting mami's blessing? This is bull-"

Bruno suddenly stopped in place. Félix raised a brow as he looked at his frozen posture.

"What's his deal?"

"He's hearing something. Bruno, what is it?"

"It's...whistling. Not a bird. It's...whistling."

Félix seemed to jump a bit at his words, holding a face of panic.

"Wait, what kind of whistling? Like. An actual song?"

As if to provide an example, the sound of a whistle danced in the air. It sounded purposeful, like someone wanted their presence to be known.

"Oh no. That's not fucking good."

"What? What is-"

"Ah, there you are, Hombre."

They all looked above a tree, where a man sat on a branch. He was dressed in a fancy suit, yet a big, black overcoat hung over his shoulders. He was taller than Félix, with nicely done hair and a mustache. A stern dispostion hid behind his glasses. But most importantly, he had his weapon. A sniper, glittered in silver that seemed to shine under the sunlight.

"Oh no. We're too late."

"Too late?"

Félix's eyes wouldn't leave the man on the treetop, as if he'd suddenly strike like a viper.

"If I don't contact my organization after a certain time, they send in another unit. I was scared of this. You uh...know how I'm REALLY good at killing werewolves?"

"Yeah?"

"Agustín is...a LOT better."

Agustín sighed at Félix words, as if it hurt him.

"Ay, that means a lot to me Félix. It's going to make this harder."

"Make...what harder?"

"Fang labeled you as contaminated."

Realization flashed in Félix's eyes, and Pepa clung to his side in defense.

"What is he talking about?"

"The organization thinks you all turned me into a werewolf. So..."

"I'm here to put you out of your misery."

"Agustín, wait just a minute, you can see I'm fine! We were just about to grant them immunity-"

"Sorry amigo. That's not your call to make anymore. I see five werewolves in front of me. You are a liability that we have to cut now. But, because you're my good friend, I'll give you a three second head start. For old times sake."

Pepa was about to ask what he meant, when Augustín aimed the weapon right at Félix, right for his head.

"One. Two. Three."

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Félix never pushed a woman like that up until now. Yes, the bullet was aimed for him, but he was pretty sure Agustín wasn't picky. Félix ignored the throbbing pain in his foot as he ran past the brush with Pepa, losing sight of the other three.

"So he's just going to fucking kill ALL of us now?!"

"That's the FANG protocol-"

"The FUCK is fang?!"

"My organization! Federation Against Nocturnal Ghouls- you know what, not the best fucking time!!"

God this woman was fucking fast. Félix tried to think of what he could do to outwit a hunter, and he knew Agustín well enough. Knew he'd go for the smaller beasts first. You'd think that'd mean Bruno, but he knew since he was considered 'freshly turned', that Agustín would be on him. The clearing stopped, and Félix grabbed Pepa just before they could fall off the cliff into a rocky death below. Pepa was still panting quickly, absolutely scrambling mentally.

"I-i thought I was going the right way! I could've sworn-"

Félix held onto her hands with his own.

"We'll be fine. I'm not going to let him hurt you."

"And how do you plan on stopping me, Félix?"

Félix immediately had Pepa behind him as Agustín seemed to appear out of nowhere. His aim was right at her, but he refused to get out of the way.

"Don't, Agustín."

"I'm sorry. You know the rules. But, If you'd like, I'll let you have some final words."

Félix made sure his eyes didn't move to Julieta, ever creeping behind Agustín. She was a sneaky woman. He just had to buy her a few more seconds to close the gap.

"Alright. I just have one thing to say."

"And what's that?"

"Meet my sister in law."

Augustín raised a brow as Julieta suddenly jumped on him. His gun fell out of his hands as they were sent tumbling. Félix tried to grab them, but it was too late. Agustín was suddenly hanging over the cliff edge, miraculously holding onto her by the scruff of her fur. Félix knew he'd let her go and plummet to her doom. He was about to beg mercy from him, when suddenly, he seemed to get just that. With a grunt, Agustín pulled her up and over the edge, just in time for her to transform back into a human. Now the question was, was SHE going to help him up? They hesitated, all of them, before Julieta snarled, and grabbed him, bringing him back up.

"Why...did you save me?"

"I'm...not sure. I just know that whatever death I bring you, it'll be cleaner than that-ow!"

Agustín keeled over, holding his side. Julieta, ever caring, held onto his face to keep him still, and looked at the damage.

"You cut yourself on the rock."

"I...figured. Mami always did call me clumsy. Just, finish me off quickly, please."

Julieta shook her head, bringing him to his feet.

"No. Let's get you home, I can patch you up."

"You'll do no such thing."

Alma retorted. She looked as if she'd say more when Julieta spoke up, rather harshly.

"He is defenseless. We will patch him up. I do not need your permission."

They seemed to have a rather intense stare down, before, to Pepa's surprise, Alma relented. They all made it back to the house, and Julieta took off his jacket and his shirt, starting to fix his wound. Agustín winced at her touch, despite how gentle it was.

"I...didn't think you'd grant me such mercy. I just tried to kill you."

"Well, you can't. Much as I'd like to. I don't have the heart to end you."

"Mercy from a werewolf. That's a first. For the most part, you guys tend to be savage-"

Julieta grabbed onto his face, nails digging his cheeks in a way that even made Félix wince.

"I'll let you bite your tongue, else I bite it for you. Do you understand?"

Félix looked at Pepa for a moment, both clearly thinking the same thing. Pepa grinned, smug as smug could get.

"Sister! And you say I'M the one that moves fast!"

Julieta looked confused, before her face erupted in blush, red enough to fit Agustín's.

"That's. Not what I. You all know what I meant!"

"Uh huh. Totally why your hand is still on his chest right now."

Julieta drew her hand back quickly, as if his body was suddenly too hot to touch. He'd give it to his bro, he stayed in damn good shape.

"Hate to ruin yet another guy hitting on my sister, but."

Bruno, whom seemed to be ignored up until now, was apparently snooping into Agustín's jacket pockets. He had pulled out his currently buzzing phone. Augustín jumped to grab it, only for Abuela to motion for Bruno to keep it away. Agustín looked at her with a scowl.

"If I don't pick up the phone, they'll send more people. A squad, maybe. Me and Félix would both be deemed as contaminated. Give me my phone. I'M all help you're going to get."

Abuela glanced to Félix, and he nodded. Agustín was a hunter, but that didn't make him soulless. Agustín was given his phone, and he picked it up immediately.

"Osvaldo, hey! Yes. Yes, I'm still on the job. Yes, Félix is well. False alarm on the contamination, he's clean. As for the original four cases..."

Agustín studied them all. With one word, they'd be fucked. He understood why Agustín helped Félix, they had been previous friends. But why would he help them? Agustín seemed to make up his mind in just a minute.

"Send in a report, give them immunity. Yeah. No, they won't be a bother to anyone else. Yes. Me and Félix will be seeing you-"

"Actually, amigo. Tell Osvaldo I won't be coming back. I quit. I just,"

Agustín looked at him as if he was crazy. Félix gently smiled as he took a hold onto Pepa's hand, kissing it.

"I can't do it anymore. Not when one of them is so incredible to me. But hey, you get to beat my streak instead, amigo."

Agustín looked like he wanted to argue, before he nodded. He understood, somehow.

"Okay. Make that just me. Send in Félix's resignation, and the immunity in this case. Yeah. I got the signature, just get it ready for me. Yeah. I'll be coming back."

Agustín hung up the phone, and Julieta looked up at him, hopeful.

"So are we going to be safe?"

"Yes. Soon as I head back to headquarters and sign it, I'll be back with your official immunity card-"

Julieta, happy to know that her family was now fully safe, leapt for joy. Quite literally, right into Agustín's arms. She caught herself a moment into it, immediately pulling away while clearing her throat.

"Sorry. I was just. Uhm. Happy."

Agustín covered his hat with his head, trying in vain to cover up his own blushing face.

"It's uhm. Fine. Now, excuse me. I'll be back tomorrow with your card."

Agustín tried to leave without another word, but Félix caught up to him outside, hand on his shoulder.

"Agustín?"

"Yes?"

"You WILL get the immunity card, right?"

"Yes. The idea of someone like Julieta getting hurt kinda...eats me up inside."

Félix grinned, gently nudging him with his hip.

"Ah, you like my girl's sister~"

"I DON'T. She's just. Nice. Nice people shouldn't die."

"Uh huh, sure, sure-"

"What about you, Félix?"

Félix raised a brow at the look he was giving him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what do you do now?"

"Shit, I'm gonna woo the hell out of my new werewolf girlfriend. Maybe make some weird puppy babies or whatever. Who knows."

Agustín chuckled, giving a light shake of his head.

"You always were easily distracted by women. It's good, seeing that some things don't change. You mind if we have a cigarette to celebrate?"

"Not at all. One more for the road, amigo."

They stood there for a minute, exchanging a smoke. They stood there, peering into the dark horizon, and the upcoming moon. Félix didn't kmow exactly what he was thinking. Probably considering if Félix was mad, or if he himself was crazy, considering following Félix into this new life he just decided for himself. Regardless, Agustín finished his smoke, snuffed it out on their porch, and walked into the night, without another word. Félix was alone for a minute, being alone with just his thoughts, when he felt arms around him.

"It's almost full moon."

"That it is."

"You want to stay for dinner?"

Félix chuckled at the smirk on her lips, lightly stroking her chin as smoke spilled from his mouth.

"Depends. How hungry do we get at dinner?"

"Mmm...I don't get hungry. I get ravenous."

The sharp claws that ran over his chest sent shivers up his spine.

"Well I'm your man now. I have to provide for you."

Pepa chuckled agsinst his ear, sharp teeth threatening to break the skin.

"I won't be gentle."

"Pepi, mami, you take what you need."

"You sure? Because when I say I'm not gentle,"

He was suddenly pinned to the floor by a giant, drooling, orange colored werewolf. One who was drooling, tail wagging, and had a giant, sopping wet pussy that seemed to drip onto him.

"I mean it."

Félix looked at her with starstruck eyes, before nodding.

"Make me howl, mami~"

#asks #not transformers #werewolf au #lemon #ish #you guys #are gonna love this #and in case you're wondering #Julieta wasn't single for very long ;)#and Bruno forgive him pretty easily Because Félix brought him snacks #encanto

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klutzyroses · 2 years

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IkeVamp Character Ages (An Estimate)

Note: This is a wild guess to their biological ages, mostly based off their physical appearance, experience and implications from the game itself. Their ages at their time of death will not be considered. Nobody's age is specified or confirmed (to my knowledge) and Cybird is kinda vague about this sort of thing, so this is just pure speculation.

MC(Confirmed to be called Mitsuki🌙): Based on her general appearance and demeanor, I'd say she was around 24-25. Despite her grandma clothes👚, she has a youthful face, so she is probably in her early 20s and the fact she is financially independent tells me she is a little older than 22. Either that or she is some kind of prodigy child...which I doubt. So...I'm going to say she is 24.

Napoleon: He strikes me as one of the older people in the mansion. Maybe it's just because he has that leader's aura👑, but he is like the mansion's older brother. Physically, he looks around 25, minimum, 27 maximum. Right in the middle or slightly older. I stand by this.

Mozart: He actually feels older than most would assume. 26 at youngest, 28 at oldest.

Leonardo: I refuse to believe he isn't at least 28. Cannot be convinced otherwise. Besides the 'Papi' vibes, he is the dad of the mansion. If he isn't in his late 20s, then he is in his early 30s, 32 years tops. Physically anyway.

Arthur: Hm...weirdly enough, he looks like he could precisely be Mitsuki's age. If only a phew months older or younger...could really go either way.

Vincent: He is 4 years older than Theo historically, but he only appears to be a year older in this case. Around....25? Can't really be much older than that, because he has stated to Mitsuki that he thought of her as a little sister, and if she is 23-24, then he is at least a year older. At the VERY least.

Isaac: Ah, the baby👶 of the house. Truth is, he could easily pass off as 17, but I don't think Mitsuki would be comfortable messing around with a minor. The oldest he could be is likely...23? 22? Yeah. He 22.

Theo: You would think he was older than Mitsuki but noooo. Some of the dialogue implies he is actually younger. Like the Contract Lovers event where he calls her big sister. So he is probably a few months younger than she is. Maybe the same as Arthur.

Jean: Oh boy, he is a tricky one. He only made it to 19, so it wouldn't make sense for him to age up when he is turned, so I'm going to have to assume he is 19 for the time being. But physically he looks about...24?

Shakespeare: Oh nah, he 27. I am convinced.

Comte: The patriarch of the house, yet the youngest of the purebloods, chronologically. He has got to be 28 biologically. Then again, Leo has explained that all purebloods stop aging at a certain point, so my guess is they are the exact same age, which, based purely on their appearance is 28-30.

Dazai: From the interactions with Mitsuki and the other residents, I do get impression that he is on the older side of the scale. He plays the role of 'Big brother' to Isaac, Sebastian and Mitsuki on many occasions, often subtly looking out for them. That said, he looks right out of 25, I just get the feeling he is 26. His appearance and demeanor make me feel that way, which is funny considering he is chronologically the youngest👶(Not counting Sebastian or Mitsuki) in the mansion.

Sebastian: I personally feel like he is 26 or something, but I get the feeling he is going to rock up with some "I'm actually turning 30" shenanigans. I just know he is going to do that.

Vlad: The eldest of the Purebloods chronologically but also the shortest...he's gotta be around 29. Like Comte and Leo, he probably stopped aging in his late 20s. He kinda looks ageless tbh...I mean he is ageless ⏳but...I will say 28-30 like his fellow purebloods.

Faust: 29. He is 29. No, not because his birthday is on the 29th. Because I said he is 29.🤷‍♀️

Charles: Ah, another youngster. He does have some childlike tendencies, but I wouldn't use that to establish his age, since that to me seems to speak more of his...mental state than his physical age😬. That said, I do think he is younger than Mitsuki. He looks to be Isaac's age. Maybe alittle older? I'd say he is 23 at least.

Again, this is just my estimation, nothing is confirmed by Cybird explicitly, but if you happen to find evidence that says otherwise, please feel free to give your input~

#ikemen vampire #my ramblings #ikevamp #ikevamp suitors #purely opinion

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empressofthesunwriter · 1 year

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To Belong

She was the weird foreign girl, he was the most useless Viking in the history of Berk. Together they were just Leandra and Hiccup. Two best friends who searched for their place in the world. Would their search for it unite or separate them?

Chapter 2

The good thing about having a pregnant stepmother?

The baby makes her tired, so she doesn’t yell at you that much because you nearly lost your life.

The bad thing is that she still wants to forbid you to see your best friend.

Thank the Lord, that her papi understands how important her bond with Hiccup is.

Without him, she would be all alone on the island. The other Viking teens, even if they are a year younger than her, don’t associate with her either.

Oh, they let her heal them, but like with the adults, she was the weird foreigner.

Nothing more.

It had hurt, but one day Leandra decide that if people didn’t like her for her then they weren’t worth her time.

It was wasted energy and with it, she could do more.

Like spending her time with Hiccup who always has liked her.

Anyways, she could still be friends with Hiccup but her parents grounded her. She should stay for the next few days in her room, only getting out for food and when she needed to do her healer job with Gothi.

Nonetheless, to say the second her room door was closed, Leandra strapped her dagger, last year’s Snoggletog/Christmas gift from Hiccup, on her brown belt and made her way over to her window.

With years of practice breaking out, she opened it without a sound and reached for the tree that grow beside it. She gripped the tree branch and hosted herself up to it. Then she put a piece of wood on the window frame so it was closed and wouldn’t make sounds, but she could open it without a problem getting back to her room.

Mindful of her blue dress with her black kirtle she climbed down the tree.

When she was on the ground she made haste to Raven Point.

Knowing Hiccup so good as she did, he was surely already out there searching for the fallen Night Fury.

She wouldn’t leave him alone on his quest. That’s why she took her dagger with her.

If…If they needed to end things.

Leandra hoped not, she didn’t think she had the stomach for it to actually kill something, but if it was Hiccup and her life against the dragon…then she would choose them.

Still, it didn’t make her feel good about herself. Probably because she wasn’t a Viking and doesn’t have killing dragons in her blood.

Her father was actually a merchant before they landed themselves on Berk.

Leandra hears his nasal voice before she sees him: “Ugh, the gods hate me. Some people lose their knife or their mug. No, not me. I manage to lose an entire dragon.”

“Then maybe you could try my god?”, she calls for him.

He turns around and blinks surprised at her.

“Lee, they let you out? No wait for a second, you broke out, right.”, he corrects himself.

“Of course.”, she replies nodding. “I wouldn’t leave you alone with the dragon. Brought my dagger with me too.”

She points at it, while Hiccup grins.

“You are the best friend someone can ask for.”

“Aww shush, best friend till our death even beyond, right partner?”

A crooked smile forms on his lips. “Could be difficult since we have two very different versions of the afterlife.”

“We will find a way, we always do!”

“Yeah if we only could find this dragon.”

Frustrated Hiccup whacks a low-hanging branch. It snaps back at him, hitting him in the face.

“Damn Hic!”, shouts Leandra worried, and checks his eye. “All good?”

“I can still see if you were worried about that.”, he answers her drily.

“Well, you didn’t poke your eye out so I count this as a win.”

That’s when both teenagers see a snapped tree trunk. Their eyes, one pair green, one brown, follow it to a long trench of upturned earth.

“Do you think…”

“…That the Night Fury is this way, yes I do, Lee.”

Together the two teenagers follow it. Hiccup has to help Leandra since in her dress it is difficult to walk on the upturnend earth. This are the moments in life where the young girl thinks it must be nice to be a Viking girl and be allowed to wear Tunics with pants under it or skirts with pants.

She and Hiccup nearly faceplanted a few times.

They see at the same time the downed dragon and formally fall down on the forest ground to hide from it.

“Do you think it is death?”, Leandra whispers to Hiccup.

This would make things easier for them.

The brunette boy checks at the dragon again.

“Lee, I will go near it, you stay here.”, he suggests to her.

“The moment something is happening, I’m coming.”

“Thanks for always having my back.”

The black-haired girl nods and pats his back.

“I got you, bro!”

Careful Hiccup walks over the downed, black dragon, its body and tail tangled in a bola. It really appears dead.

Hiccup approaches, beaming.

“Oh wow. I did it. I did it. This fixes everything. Yes!”, he celebrates. He strikes a victory pose, planting his foot on the fallen Night Fury. “I have brought down this mighty beast!”

Suddenly it shifts!

The boy springs back, terrified.

“Hic!”, hisses Leandra from her hiding place, ready to jump out.

“I-It’s o-okay! Stay!”, he stutters taking out a tiny dagger. The girl deadpans at the thing, the one he made for her is bigger than this little something. “Stay where you are.”

“I hope you know what you do!”

Yeah, Hiccup hopes it too.

He creeps along the length of the weak, wounded dragon, dagger poised to strike. As he reaches the head, Hiccup finds the Night Fury staring coldly at him. He tries to look away, but he's drawn back to its unnerving, unflinching stare.

With the dragon safety tangled in the ropes, Hiccup jabs with his dagger, puffing himself up with false bravado.

“I'm going to kill you, Dragon. I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father. I'm a Viking. I am a VIKING!”, he yells the last part.

Meanwhile, Leandra got her own dagger out and is ready to jump on Hiccup’s side any moment.

This is so nerve-wracking!

The brunette raises the dagger, determined to prove his Viking-ness.

The dragon's labored breathing breaks Hiccup's clenched concentration.

He opens an eye, uncertainty leaking through.

The dragon holds the stare.

Something profound is exchanged.

Finally, the Night Fury closes its eye and lowers its head resigned to its fate.

Leandra swerves she is going to have a heart attack. What is going on? Why won’t Hiccup finish the dragon off?

She answers her own question, at the same time Hiccup lowers the dagger.

Her best friend is a lot of things.

Loyal.

Kind.

Brilliant.

Sarcastic.

But he is not a killer.

Even if it’s a dragon…in the end it’s a living creature and Hiccup hates to hurt other beings.

“Hiccup…”, she whispers quietly.

He stands up, ashamed of himself, and turns away from the dragon.

“I did this…”

His eyes find the eyes of his best friend. He only sees understanding in the warm brown orbs. Leandra will not think less of him, because he couldn’t do it.

Actually, she seems relieved that he didn’t do it. At least he will always have her on his side.

He turns to leave.

Pauses.

And glances back at the dragon, chest heaving.

“Lee.”, he calls out to her. “I’m about to do to something crazy, stay where you are, okay? I don’t want that you get hurt.”

“What are you about to do-HICCUP?!”, the last part she shrieks as she sees how Hiccup starts to cut the robes that hold the dragon.

Oh no, she will not leave him alone.

She leaves her hidey spot and joins him in cutting the robes with her own dagger.

“I told you to stay out of this!”, Hiccup reprimands her.

“Yeah, and I can’t let you do it alone. We both kinda did this to the dragon!”

As the last rope falls free, the Night Fury suddenly pounces!

In a blur, the dragon is upon them, pinning Hiccup and Leandra down, and grazing their necks.

It’s looking like it's about to kill them.

Hiccup is paralyzed. Leandra can’t even think.

The dragon's breath ruffles their hair.

The boy opens his eyes to find the Night Fury's wolf-like stare boring into him.

The exchange is intense and profound.

The dragon draws a deep breath, as though it's about to torch the two teenagers, then lets out an ear-piercing scream instead.

It turns and takes flight, flapping violently through the canopy of trees. It bashes against a nearby mountainside, recovers, and drops out of view some distance away.

“Dios mio!”, huffs Leandra shocked.

They are alive!

Both carefully stand-up and help each other. Holding each other hands tight the two teenagers want to leave, and that’s when Hiccup faints and nearly drags Leandra with him to the ground.

It is also when Leandra can’t hold her tears anymore and she cries beside her fainted friend.

“It’s loco….LOCO!”, the girl cries, still holding the hand of her best friend.

They should be dead, they aren’t dead.

What.

WHAT?!

Leandra doesn’t know for sure how long Hiccup was out, but she checked him carefully after he finally woke up.

Not that he hit his head.

In silence, the two best friends return to their homes.

About what could they talk? How they freed a dragon and it showed mercy on them?

It was unheard of.

It was mindblowing!

Anybody for themselves needed time to work through it.

So they said goodbye to each other with a wave and enter their respective homes.

As she lies in her bed, her parents non then wiser about her little breakout, she can’t help herself putting her hand on her still beating heart.

It is the only proof that she really is alive.

She falls asleep, the green eyes of the Night Furry haunting her.

The next day Leandra is collecting herbs for Gothi, when she sees her best friend with an axe on his way to the Kill Ring.

That…is strange.

“Hiccup!”, she calls out to him. “Yo, Hic, you got a minute?”

He looks relieved to see her and stops by her side.

“Hey, Lee, getting herbs for Gothi like every morning.”

“Yeah, that’s normal for me. What isn’t normal on this morning is you with this axe.”, she remarks drily. “And on his way to the Kill Ring.”

Hiccup makes a face, while she crosses her arms.

“My dad put me into Dragon Training.”, he answers her.

Leandra’s chin meets the floor.

“He finally let you in? Didn’t you always say he was against it?”

“Change his mind, only the gods know why.”

Warily she looks around. None of their neighbors seem to give them any attention.

“Hic, you aren’t a dragon killer.”, she whispers to him. “We both actually prove this yesterday, how the heck do you want to survive Dragon Trainer?!”

The poor boy signs loudly.

“I tried to tell my dad that I didn’t want to join, but you know him. He never listens to me-“

“-And when he does, it's always with this disappointed scowl. Like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich.”, adds Leandra, having heard this often enough from him. She gives him a sympathetic look. “I know better than to ask, sorry. Just…yesterday was crazy.”

“Who are you telling this.”

Both best friends smile wobbly at each other.

“I better go.”

“I better get these herbs to Gothi.”

“See you, Lee, probably.”

“Till later, Hic, surely.”

The rest of the morning is normal for Leandra. She gets these herbs to Gothi and both make ointments. Then the old wise Viking woman teaches her some new healing techniques, till it’s time for the ointment deliveries.

Practically Leandra wastes her time till lunch by running around the village to go from door to door to give her neighbors some new ointment or even tea which are good for the health.

She is like Berk’s own Red Redding Hood, just without the hood, the wolf, and the grandma.

When it’s finally time can go to the Great Hall for lunch, she sees how Hiccup sneaks into the forest.

For a second she really had to battle with herself since food made her happy and she was hungry like a wolf, but she couldn’t leave Hiccup alone.

Only god knows what crazy thing he is doing again, so she better follow him.

Leandra reaches him as he studies the remnants of the discarded bola. You know the one who hold the Night Furry the other day and they both cut through.

“So...why didn't you?”, mutters her best friend to himself.

“Who, so why didn’t you?”, she repeats.

Not expecting another person Hiccup shrieks like a little girl and turns to her.

“Lee! You scared me!”

“I can see that. So what has your pantys all in a twist?”

He motions for her to follow him. They take the path the Night Furry took when it flew off.

While walking he tells her about what happened at Dragon Training and Gobber’s words who didn’t leave him alone.

A dragon always goes for the kill.

But the Night Furry didn’t kill either of them.

So what was up with that?

That’s why Hiccup is searching for it. Maybe if he sees it again, he can understand it.

“That’s crazy.”, deadpans Leandra. “And I’m also crazy because I actually agree with you and follow you.”

“Maybe it’s an outcast thing.”, Hiccup tries to joke.

“That we lost our marbles, sure, Hic, why not?”

They drop into a rocky crevice and follow it to a cove complete with a pristine spring pool. Both scan the high stone walls then Hiccup notices a single black scale on the ground. He crouches and picks it up, studying it.

“Lee, look.”

The girl puts her hands on her knees and leans forward to look at the scale.

“Well, it was definitely here.”

“I don’t see it.”, responds Hiccup shaking his head. “Well, this was stupid.”

They can’t even look that fast as suddenly, the Night Fury blasts past them. Both teenager recoil and grip the arms of the other.

“Woah!”, can’t Leandra helps it to shout.

The Night Furry struggles to climb the walls. It flaps violently, then peels away to a rough landing. The dragon is clearly trapped.

Leandra and Hiccup let go of each other and watch fascinated by how the dragon tries to leave the cove.

It fails miserably each time.

That’s when Hiccup pulls a leather-bound book from his fur vest and flips past drawings of weapons to a blank page. He sketches the dragon quickly, desperate to record the image.

“Why don't you just...fly away?”, wonders Hiccup.

Leandra pinches her eyes. She asks herself the same. It is then that she notes the problem.

“His tailfin, Hiccup.”, she reveals to her best friend, gripping his shoulder and shaking him a bit. “He misses a part of it!”

Hiccup corrects fast his drawing.

“Is…is this our fault?”, the girl asks feeling bad.

Not only feeling bad, she feels guilty. She has seen how much the dragon is struggling and can’t even catch himself some fish to eat.

They freed it, but it seems doomed anyway.

Before Hiccup can answer her he accidentally drops the charcoal stick. It rolls off of the rock outcropping that hides him from view and bounces into the cove.

The Night Fury raises his head, spotting Hiccup and Leandra.

The dragon and the boy such exchange a profound, unflinching stare that Leandra feels like intruder.

Like she wasn’t meant to be part of this.

It a strange feeling.

Leandra sits at her windowsill looking out the storm which is brewing on Berk.

Rather would she be in the Great Hall with Hiccup eating, but this goes against her grounding. She is only allowed to lunch there since after it she still helps Gothi out.

Oh yeah, Gothi.

Whining she rubs the bump on the back of her head courtesy of Gothi’s Stick. She earned this because she came back to the old Viking woman way past lunchtime.

Finding and watching the Night Furry and getting back to the village had taken some time.

The black-haired girl is just glad that Gothi scolded her for being late, gave her the bump, and wouldn’t say anything to her parents.

The village elder wasn’t someone who snitched. She rather resolved problems alone.

Whatever, she was back home and wished rather be on the side of her best friend.

They had talked a bit before they left to do their daily chores.

Sadly it was nothing really enlightenment.

They knew nothing about Night Furries.

So there was not much to discuss.

Only Hiccup promised he would find a way to search for some more information.

What they would do with it?

No idea…maybe just understand the dragon better?

Leandra signed and stand up.

Nervous she walked around her room.

It didn’t leave her mind that the dragon was hurt because of them.

She may only have become a healer to not die of boredom on Berk, but after a good four years with Gothi she had healer instincts.

And that instincts told her to help to heal the clear wound the dragon had on his missing tailfin.

“I hope I won’t regret it.”. she mumbles to herself.

The girl sits down on her desk and grips her first book with healing plants in it.

If she wanted to heal the dragon, then she needed the right ointment, so better check all her healing books to find the right plants.

It was going to be a long night.

Hello to all my readers. ^^

I hope you are enjoying till now Leandra’s story.

Now I have a question for you since I need your help.

I can’t decide what dragon Leandra should get.

I narrowed it down to two awesome ones, but I can’t decide.

So you guys are going to vote.

I’m putting on fanfiction net and Quotev a voting poll with options.

So please go to one of the sites and vote.

I will give you a week.

Also 11.02.2023 is the last day you can vote, alright?

Thanks already for your help!

Have a nice day/night!

#how to train your dragon #httyd fanfiction #httyd 1 #hiccup haddock #toothless #ocs #astrid #tuffnut #ruffnut #fishlegs #snotlout #stoick the vast #gobber the belch #HTTYD FF: To Belong

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anazen333 · 1 year

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Things Fundamentalism Robbed Me Of:

Growing up in a radically conservative Christian household, there were a lot of things that weren’t allowed. It wasn’t until after leaving the “faith”, and then taking time to fully deconstruct things, that I realized just how negatively it affected me.

Part 1: Special Interests

I’m autistic. And part of my autism is having special interests (that I obsess over to a degree that most neurotypical people think is ridiculous). But for me, my special interests bring me such joy and excitement and pleasure in my life. A lot of the time they’re what helps me get through a tough day (and quite frankly, a tough world for me to live in).

When I discovered anime and manga, it was like cotton candy for me. The art styles, the animation techniques, the manga layouts, the characters, the vast array of generes, the easy to understand emotions portrayed - it was like this entire type of media had been designed just for me.

But one look at it, and my mom forbid me from watching and reading any of it. Because it was too “demonic” or “sexual” (EX. Inuyasha-taking major inspiration from Japanese mythology. Sailor Moon-for showing off too much skin). Basically, it wasn’t Christian, and thus, sinful.

Part 2: Body Image

Another special interest of mine is fashion/costume design. Growing up, though, it was subjected to strict guidelines. All because I had to make sure I wasn’t causing a “brother in Christ to sin”.

Which, as a person who went from children to adult sizes almost instantaneously, not to mention grew into a curvy girl, made clothes even more of a touchy subject.

All of my outfits had to be inspected by my mom to make sure they weren’t too tight or revealing or even have a print that was too suggestive, before they could be purchased.

Because of this, I was never able to feel pretty. I was never allowed to think of my body as attractive, let alone sexy.

Whenever I designed outfits or costumes in my sketchbooks - using a very curvy model as a way to feel like my body could be beautiful if given the chance - my mom would tell me to “fix” them because they were too sexualized.

Part 3: Cultural Identity

I’m a proud Latina woman. My father and his family immigrated to the USA when he was a kid. Spending time with his side of my family are some of the happiest memories I have.

But because of the radically conservative beliefs of my parents (or maybe just mostly my mom’s, since I can’t recall if my papi ever setting any of this taboos), I wasn’t allowed to celebrate Día de los Muertos.

This may seem like a small thing, like not being allowed to celebrate Halloween (which we weren’t allowed to do either, and for the same reason as Día de Muertos), but when I found out about it as an adult, I was heartbroken that such a beautiful tradition was banned because it was deemed “pagan”.

In Short:

I was robbed of so much because of fundamental christianity.

I can’t help but wonder how my life would have been different if I had been allowed to embrace major aspects of myself: my autism, my body type, my heritage.

Part of me is always going to mourn the years I lost. And I wish, more than anything, that I could go back and tell my younger self - the little girl who lived in fear and was forced to live by beliefs set by privileged white men - that one day, she would be FREE.

#autism #ex christian #ex fundamentalist #ex fundie #latina #plus size women

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starlytenight · 2 years

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So we have seen Velesia's dad Papi, what about her mom? Is it possible for us to se a drawing of her too? Or maybe Orin's parents even? If it's not too much of a spoiler to ask?

I had to quickly design some parents, but ye I can indeed do that without issues! We're probably not going to see like most of these guys in the fic, but they exist! I can gladly talk a little about them.

First up:

Of course Papi found the one Puff named Mami LMAO There's the momma, one of her antlers was broken since she was absolutely a warrior while Papi was a master healer. Papi's primary Ability was Light, while Mami's were Animal and Water.

Neither were around long enough to see Velesia's children but Mami died pretty early on in Velesia's life. When Papi was taken out, Velesia took it very poorly and vowed to never be weak. Papi perished while he was healing someone who was possessed by Dark Matter. (It's why she's a bit harder on Apollo because he reminds her of him a lot and she's afraid he'll let his guard down from his compassion and... yeah.)

Velly also remembers stories Papi would tell her about spirits visiting their loved ones from beyond the grave but... well. That'll have to be saved for the actual story.

Next is Orin's folks, (which are still alive since Fairies are immortal unless they have babies outside of fellow fae.)

There's Rico who was a master at plant magic, and Charolette who was also one; she obviously hails from Floralia as one of the People of the Sky (who in this AU are just Ripple Star Fairies that moved to Popstar long ago and adapted.) Their intense plant power gave Orin his own, as well as Charolette's gentleness teaching him about medicines and healing. Orin grew up on Floralia until his parents decided to move when the war was getting a bit much. They moved back to Ripple Star and their son wanted to remain and join the GSA to help them. They didn't stop him since he was old enough to make his own decisions.

The two were still on Ripple Star during the new Dark Matter invasion but were freed like everyone else. They were just in their home in the tropical side of the world. They have no idea how Orin's doing considering he's stuck in the forest at the moment but they hope to see him and Velesia before their time is over. They've also been dying to see their grandkids all these years.

And for a small bonus I'll include a couple others I've designed. They'll be below the cut so this post doesn't get too long! :')

Fairy Queen's parents! Queen Titiana and King Oberon!

She definitely got most of her looks from her dad. He gave up the throne when his wife convinced him their daughter was ready to take over since they had ruled for quite some time. Unfortunately for her, Zero swung by and that was an awful time for the young queen. x'D

Finally, a family that is a little bit special.

Sparkelle's parents. They were indeed on Ripple Star during that invasion, but on another part of the planet for the most part. If they were closer, they would have absolutely sensed Sparky's magic in Vladimir and the confrontation would not have been pleasant.

Oh and Sparkelle has a sister!

They got along as kids but Sparky was definitely an eccentric gal in her interest in science and her views when she was younger.

She definitely got flack for it while her sister was praised for sticking t magic---kinda like how with humans some parents pressure their kids to choose "reasonable" careers, but in this instance it's like "why are you bothering with mortal shit you're magical, stop being a nuisance and stick to magic" kinda thing.

Regardless, the two were close until Sparkelle grew up and tried to do her whole 'helping the Dark Matter' thing with science. She definitely soured the family's thoughts about her with that, though Nissa just hoped her sister would be alright.

As we know... She wasn't.

Vlad hasn't really thought about seeking this family out since he doesn't really think too hard about what family does remain. That, and it's 99% likely Mystie would not recognize Vladimir as her grandson and reject him immediately. Vectorio is more gentle and would want to, but yeahhh. Nissa would likely be weirded out at first, but be welcoming to the weird hybrid since that's all that's left of her sister.

#Look at all these fairies #I joke with my friends that while their AUs all have dragons mine are loaded with fairies #But yeah there you go lots of fun parents running around or at least used to run around #Most of these guys we won't see but there might be some we miiiight but I am not confirming anything ;)#ASMR Chitter Chatter #Starlyteart

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let-love-run-red · 2 years

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So general consensus is Bruno looks a bit like Pedro did (Obviously a bit older)

How similar do you think they looked when Bruno was Pedro's age?

Do you think Alma compared him to Pedro often?

Did she ever slip up and call him Pedro by accident?

Could she even look at her 26 year old son without seeing her late husband? -building from that do you think she looked him in the eye at all then?

Did Bruno start growing his hair out so he wouldn't look so similar?

Did he start to hate Pedro because his mother couldn't just see him?

Did he think he wasn't good enough, just because he wasn't his father?

#Idk I just have a lot of thoughts about this #I don't think she'd mean to give him an inferiority complex and identity issues but #Like she'd just think He looks like Pedro and I love them both so I'll tell him he looks like his father #and maybe when he was younger he liked it because that's his Papi!#But as he grew into a teen he couldn't separate himself from the image of Pedro because Alma kept his hair the same without thinking #because it's what she liked #and so he got resentful and idk man I have a lot of thoughts #let love run red #encanto #tio bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal encanto #bruno encanto #tio bruno #bruno madrigal #encanto bruno #bruno my beloved #bruno madrigal simp #madrigal family #family madrigal #alma madrigal #alma encanto #abuela encanto #abuela alma encanto #pedro madrigal #abuela madrigal #pedro madrigal encanto #encanto pedro #encanto pedro madrigal #bruno headcanons #pedro headcanons

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saviorbook · 2 years

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Day Out

So, I'm just catching up. Day 2 of @fransweek

“Do I have to go?” Frisk had been curled up on the couch with Sans, a rare event, since the captain always seemed to have something to do.

“Yes, now come on! There’s a ball later tonight, you need a dress, and you have to be there. You also promised we’d go out sometime. Well, sometime is now.” Frisk groaned and used the skeleton under her as leverage to get herself up.

“duties call, princess. too bad… i was enjoying our time together.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

“COME ON… GET DRESSED, WE HAVE SOME SHOPPING TO GET DONE.” Papyrus’ voice interrupted whatever complaint she had, and she shot a glare at the younger skeleton.

“Why are we bringing the moody bone bag when Sans isn’t coming?” Sans rolled his eyelights at her nickname for his brother, and Chara simply looked at her innocently.

“Well, we need a man’s perspective, and Sans has his own preparations for tonight’s festivities.” Frisk quirked an eyebrow, but she decided to head to her room so she could put on something more appropriate, regardless.

“if you’re expecting honesty from papyrus, you’re the wrong person to look for it. he worships the ground you walk on, and anything he says to you will be biased. it’s also not very fair to lady frisk. after all, it’s well known that the two don’t get along, and i’m sure that my brother would love an excuse to get under her skin.” Papyrus gave a little huff at being called out like that, but it’s not like he denied it.

“WELL, THAT JUST MEANS THAT FRISK WILL HAVE TO BE THE HONEST ONE. PLUS, IF I DO HAPPEN TO LIKE SOMETHING SHE’S WEARING, SHE’LL AT LEAST KNOW I’M BEING GENUINE.” A scoff came from the staircase.

“I’ll only know that you’re being genuine if you don’t have that stupid, smug grin on your face. Otherwise, I’ll probably assume you’re being sarcastic.” Frisk had thrown on a large sweater over the tank top she had on and grabbed some combat boots.

“We should probably go before Frisk changes her mind, so we’ll see you later, Sans!” Chara grabbed Frisk’s arm and dragged her out of the house.

“DON’T WORRY… WE’LL KEEP HER ENTERTAINED. JUST DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO.”Papyrus nudged Sans’ shoulder and followed the girls.

“have fun...”

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Papyrus had decided to take the car, so while he and Chara were chatting up a storm, Frisk couldn’t help but wonder what a day out with Sans would be like. She wanted to picture the hypothetical scenario of a day all to themselves, and while she knew they both liked couch cuddles, she also knew that they both wanted an actual date.

With how proper he is, he’d wear that deep plum suit she liked, and perhaps, she had a dress in the same color tucked away in the back of her closet that she could wear. He’d probably borrow bone bag’s car, and he’d take them to one of the fancier restaurants that allowed monsters. He might even take them to one of the restaurants that didn’t allow for monsters, since dating the crowned princess had its perks. If he did that, she’d have to put a stop to it, but she had a feeling that he wouldn’t put up too much of a fight. She smiled when she thought about the blush that adorned his face when he drank wine and realized that she would probably be the designated driver, not that Papyrus would approve of her driving his car. They’d probably go see a movie; Sans was a sucker for a good rom-com but would never admit it. As the night wound down, they’d head home and cuddle on the couch, maybe falling asleep in that position. Even after waking up with various kinks in her muscles, Frisk had a hunch she wouldn’t care because she would have spent the previous night with her favorite person.

Of course, this was all hypothetical, but Frisk kept smiling all the same.

“Come on, Frisky! We don’t have nearly as much time as I would like, so we have to be fast.” Frisk sighed but left the solitude the car provided and just hoped that there wouldn’t be too many people around.

“YEAH, BRAT. WE BETTER GET A MOVE ON.” Chara nudged Papyrus a little, but Frisk just rolled her eyes and flipped him the bird as she passed.

When they entered the store, Frisk immediately shrunk in on herself. There were a lot of people in the small store, and she just wanted to go back to cuddling with the soft spoken captain. Even if she was there though, she knew their cuddling session was still going to be cut short. He didhave a lot of responsibilities as captain, so he would have left anyway.

Chara started throwing gowns, slips, and wraps at Frisk, drowning her in an ocean of fabric. All of the colors were obnoxiously bright, and while, she could admit that some of those colors worked well with her skin tone, she preferred a more muted pallet.

“Chara, are all of these really necessary? I only have one body, and I kind of already have a dress… The only reason I’m here is because of you.” Chara glanced over shoulder to look at Frisk.

“Come on, it’s only for fun. You don’t have to buy anything, but when else am I going to get the chance to see you in something bright?” She turned back to the rack and continued to fiddle with the copious amount of dresses. “Now, go try some on.” Frisk sighed, realizing she’d be stuck in the dressing room for an inordinate amount of time.

The first dress she tried was this big, gaudy, neon pink ball gown; she figured she’d humor the bone bag and Chara, and then, she’d try the other dresses. She didn’t know whether she should be disappointed or relieved that they weren’t laughing. Chara’s small squeak of approval made her think it was going to be the first.

“YOU KNOW, YOU ACTUALLY DO LOOK VERY NICE IN THAT DRESS.” Chara nodded her head.

“Yeah, and I only came here because you needed out of house, because I already have a dress. Soooo… We’re totally getting it because you look great, and we both know that you would feel bad if we didn’t leave with anything. I’m also not letting you get away with just buying a dark colored slip. Think of this as that pop of color in your otherwise boring closet.” Frisk eyed Chara wearily but agreed to do it, in the end.

“It’s not boring, just comfortable, and it’s not my fault that you like walking around in a neon green jumpsuit.” More people had started to look at her, and she kind of wished she could go back to being a ghost. “Can I get out of this now? Everyone’s looking at me...”

“Of course! So long as you don’t mind wearing this to the ball. I doubt I’ll ever see you wear it any other time, and I’m sure it would catch Sans’ attention.” Frisk blushed a little and went back to the dressing room to continue, well, trying on dresses.

“NOT THAT IT WOULD MATTER. SHE COULD SHOW UP IN SWEATS AND A BAGGY HOODIE AND HAVE HIS ATTENTION.” Chara gave a small giggle and shook her head a little.

“Only because she’d stick out like a sore thumb, but I get what you mean.” She nudged Papyrus gently.

The next dress Frisk came out in was a bright, sunshine yellow. The bodice was decorated with darker, golden flowers that wound their way down the skirt that pooled over her feet.

“Man, I know how to pick out dresses. You look amazing!” Papyrus nodded his head in solidarity. “Go try on the next one!”

This dress was a very saturated blue, mermaid gown. Frisk felt self-conscious as she stepped out of the dressing room. The dress hugged all of her features, it was in a flattering way, but she didn’t like the stares she received as some men catcalled her. Instead of feeling powerful, she felt exposed and like she wanted to dive back into the first dress just because of it’s extra fabric that did a better job at hiding her shape, or at least, it made her feel hidden.

“HEY! BACK OFF! THAT IS THE PRINCESS YOU’RE OGLING.” Oh, Papyrus… You just made things so much worse.

All of sudden, she was swarmed by a large group of people wanting to get a better look at the reclusive princess. She started panicking… Her eyes were wide in fear as people started pulling out their phones, trying to get some pictures of the exposed girl. She wanted to run, but there was no whereto run. She felt like they were all staring at her, and to be fair, they were. She felt like the room was closing in on the group, making the space feel even more crowded. She tried to look for Chara or even Papyrus, but they had been buried within the sea of people. She almost wanted to scream to Papyrus to use his magic, nearly not caring if someone were to get hurt, all so she could escape. Her breathing was starting to become more rapid as lights flashed in her face. She had to squint to get an idea of what was going on. Her chest started to hurt, like her soul was being pried from her body, and finally, she started crying. They were silent tears that felt like burning coals streaming down her face. She shut her eyes tightly, trying to drown out the noise and lights. She tried to think of Sans: his hand on her face, his breathing becoming slower so she would mimic him, the sweet nothings he would whisper into her ear to try to get her to look at him, and his eyelights boring into her soul in order to tell her that he was there, and they were all that mattered. The thought of him helped calm her down a little, but it wasn’t the same. She simply had to wait to be rescued, because she was too much of a coward to do it herself.

“Hey! Get back, you savages! She’s clearly having problems, and you’re not helping.” The chatter became louder as Chara spoke out, drowning out whatever she was going to say next.

“Please… Just stop…” Frisk’s voice barely came out as a whisper, but if anyone else had been asked, she didn’t say anything at all.

“OKAY, THAT IS ENOUGH! DO NOT MAKE ME USE FORCE!” Papyrus was finally fed up with seeing Frisk struggle that much.

He waded his way through the crowd that was now speaking in hushed whispers. When he got to her, Frisk was curled up in a small ball, simply trying to disappear.

“I’LL STAND GUARD BY THE CHANGING ROOM. WHEN YOU’RE DONE GETTING DRESSED, I’LL ESCORT YOU OUT OF THE SHOP. BY THAT TIME, CHARA WILL HAVE ALREADY PURCHASED THE FIRST DRESS. I DO, HOWEVER, NEED YOU TO STAND.” Frisk glanced up at him and threw her arms around his neck, letting out massive sobs into his hoodie.

“Okay… I think I can do that. I just really want to go home.” Papyrus looked at her and stroked her head, trying to comfort her.

“I KNOW I’M NOT REALLY GOOD AT THIS COMFORTING THING, BUT WOULD YOU THROW ME A BONE?” He inwardly groaned at the pun Sans would have loved ever so, but Frisk let out a small laugh as she took his hand to stand up. It almost made saying a pun worth it.

“Did you just pun? Wait until I tell Sans, he’ll never let you live it down.” She smiled a small bit.

“YOU WOULDN’T DARE… DESPITE WHAT OTHERS THINK, YOU LIKE ME AND WOULD NEVER THROW ME UNDER THE BUS LIKE THAT.” She shook her head a little as she walked back into the changing room.

When she came back out, Papyrus was right where he said he’d be, guarding the small cubicle of a room. She lightly smiled as he put his hand on her back to guide her out of the suffocating store.

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Frisk sighed as she paced in her room. She knew she still had to go to the ball; as a princess, it was her duty. She had already thrown on the ball gown, since she had promised Chara she would wear it. However, she was also trying to come up with any reason to not go. The store had been bad enough, and she knew those pictures were already online. She also knew that Sans was going to be there, and even though he had his job to do, seeing him was a reason all its own to go.

“Frisk, are you ready? I know you don’t want to do this, but-” Chara cut herself off, pausing to let Frisk know it really wasokay for her to not be there.

“I have my duties Chara… Besides, when else are you going to see me in this pink, poofy thing?” She laughed a little to herself and exited the room.

“You put your hair up. I can actually see your right eye!” Frisk rolled her eyes.

“Very funny, but yeah, I thought the dress might look a little better if you could see all of my face. Kind of thought, why not?” She gave a small smile as she looked out over the expanse of pink.

“Well, you look beautiful. Are you sure you want to do this, though? You can always back out if you want.” Chara spoke slowly, trying to see if this was something Frisk really wanted to do.

“I’m fine. Sans will be there, and even though he’ll be on duty, his presence should be enough.” Chara shook her head a little but dropped the subject and helped Frisk with one of her buns that had come loose.

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When they arrived at the dance, Frisk started looking for her favorite skeleton but couldn’t find him at any of his usually assigned spots. She bit the inside of her cheek and glanced around for any of her friends. She would even settle for Undyne at this point, but alas, they all evaded her, and she was left to fend for herself. Her eyes started flickering around the room; the walls felt like they were starting to close in on her, and her vision tunneled, unable to focus. She nearly jumped out of her skin when a hand grabbed her wrist, and her fist went flying towards whoever had grabbed her.

“heh, have you been practicing that swing? it’s better than the rest of the guard. you even give alphys a run for her money.” She nearly screamed in panic when it dawned on her that she had nearly decked her boyfriend.

“Sans! I am so sorry, are you okay? Did I hurt you? Please, tell me I didn’t hurt you. Wait, no. Do tell me if I hurt you...” She had his face in both of her hands and was inspecting him for anymore cracks or damage to his skull.

“i’m fine… i just saw that you were starting to panic, and like a numb skull, i grabbed your hand before making you aware that i was here. i should be apologizing, and i just want to know if you’re okay...” He looked into her eyes and spoke softly.

“I’m fine now that you’re here. Today was just kind of rough, and I really needed you...” Her voice grew softer and trailed off towards the end, but he knew what she said, and he gave a bittersweet smile because of it.

“while it feels great to know that my princess needed me, i now need to know why... papyrus told me a little bit of what happened, so if you don’t want to talk about it here, you don’t need to. however, i would like to hear it from you.” She swallowed and told him what had happened, the entire time not looking at him, because she didn’t want to see his disappointment in her for not being able to stand on her own.

“hey… hey, you did what you could, and you tried to calm yourself down. if i look angry, it’s not because of you. you don’t deserveanyof my anger; the people that made you feel small do. i know that look, and i can promise you that i’m not disappointed in you. you’re the kindest, smartest, funniest, strongest, and most beautiful being that i will ever have the pleasure of meeting, let alone loving. you deserve the world and more, and i am so lucky to have been blessed with your presence. i view it as a miracle that you chose to love me, and i love you so much, it feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders every time i see you. you could never do anything to disappoint me.” Sans wiped away the tears that had formed under eyes.

“I love you so much, and I honestly don’t know what else to say, because nothing I say would ever be enough to express what I feel for you.” Frisk reached up to his face and put her forehead against his, and they just stayed like that for awhile.

“care to dance, princess?” He gave her a small smile and looked into her eyes.

“You’re not on duty?” She gave him a skeptical brow, and he responded with a small shake of his head.

“nope. i have the week off. i wanted to spend some more time with you, and with how busy the both of us are, it’s pretty hard to do unless i beg the queen for some time off, which i did. besides, did you not notice my lack of uniform?” She took a second to glance down and realized that he had a point. Instead of his usual shoulder pads, lapels, and combat boots, he was wearing a black suit with a tie so purple it nearly verged on being black itself.

“i also couldn’t help but notice that you look ravishing tonight, love. who knew that you looked so divine in bright colors?” A lovely hue of pink adorned her face at his compliments, and she slightly shrunk into herself.

“i didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. do you just want to leave?” He looked at her in all seriousness and studied her face.

“No! I mean, I still want that dance… I also just don’t want to leave. I needto do this.” She met his eyes with a pleading look.

“hey, i’ll support you in that decision… i just want you to know that you don’t needto do anything. i’m proud of you for wanting to do this though.” He smiled as he took her hand to lead her to the dance floor.

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The week Sans had off was incredible. He doted on her the entire week, and she’d dote on him any chance he gave her. She felt like she was dreaming, but everyday, she’d wake up with him next to her or with a lovingly made breakfast on her lap. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and today was his last day off. She managed to wake up before him and made him some scrambled eggs with sausage links, a small fruit salad, coffee, and a toasted mushroom swiss bagel smothered with cream cheese. She wafted the coffee in front of face, but instead of immediately going after the coffee, like she thought he would, he leaned up to give her kiss.

“thank you, love. it looks delicious. did you make anything for yourself?” He grabbed the coffee cup that was still in Frisk’s frozen hand.

“Yeah, I ate some toast. It’ll keep me held ov-” She was cut off by a strawberry being shoved into her mouth.

“you need to eat more than just some toast. i worry about you, you know.” She gave him a soft smile.

“I know… It’s one of those things that I find as irritating as I do endearing.” She laughed a little but stopped when she saw the serious look on his face.

“frisk, i’m serious. i love you, and i’m terrified that one day you’re going to do something dangerous, or you might just forget to take care of yourself… i can’t lose you.” She gave him a small smile.

“And you won’t, at least not yet. I mean, I can’t promise that you won’t one day. After all, I amhuman. However, that day may not be for a very long time, and since I’ve already been a ghost, you might not lose me at all. We really don’t have a way of knowing until it happens, but I can promise that until that day does come, I’ll be here, with you, because I love you, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Sans sniffled a little as he tried to blink away the tears that were threatening to spill from his sockets.

“okay… i think i can handle that for now.” Frisk smiled a little and held up a sausage link.

“Time to eat?” He chuckled a little, shook his head, and took a bite from the sausage she had in front of his face.

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“i know we haven’t really been out since the ball, so what do you say, will you let me treat you to a date?” Sans was dressed in his fanciest uniform and held his hand out to Frisk.

“Only if you get changed… If this is supposed to be a date, then you don’t need to be dressed like you’re on an escort mission.” He chuckled and brought her hand up to his mouth to plant a kiss on her knuckles.

“as you wish, princess… please, dress in something comfortable. i think you might be surprised by where i take you.” Her cheeks grew warm as she watched him go to change.

When he came back, he saw that she was wearing a black tank top under an over-sized black and purple sweater, a pair of black leggings under mid-thigh length shorts, and the pair of black combat boots he had gotten her.

“perfect, but i must ask how i look. i’m sure it’s shocking.” He was wearing a cream colored sweater, black jeans, a pair of combat boots, his leather jacket, and his helmet was tucked under one of his arms.

“Shocking would be an understatement, but you look reallygood.” He blushed a little as he reached up to scratch the back of skull.

“we’re taking my bike. if that’s okay, of course… i, uh, i brought you a helmet and jacket…” Frisk had never seen Sans this flustered; she was almost starting to worry.

“Sans, I love your bike. Of course we can take it, bonehead.” He let out a sigh, and some of the tension seemed to slip off of him.

“yeah, okay… i really hate to ask you, but until i tell you to, can you keep your eyes closed?” He wasn’t expecting her to actually do it. That was a lot to ask of someone, especially in the world he had grown up in.

“Yeah, I can do that. You just need to tell me when I should close them.” Sans looked at her, nearly in shock. “Sans, I trust you… You’ve proven that I can, time and time again. Why would this time be any different? Heck! I trust you so much, if you told me I had to jump off of a moving train in order to stay safe, I would do so in a heartbeat.” Sans could only respond by releasing the breath he didn’t know he had been holding and nodding.

He guided her to the bike in complete silence, still shocked with the amount of trust she had in him. If he had been her, he wasn’t sure he could do he same. He shook off that thought as they got to the bike that was already loaded with the supplies that their date would need. He got on and helped Frisk get situated.

“you can close your eyes now. if-” Before he could explain that it would be nearly impossible to hear him once they were on the road, he noticed that her eyes were completely closed. He kind of just sat there for second, just staring at her. Eventually, he collected himself and put his bike in gear, and they were off.

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Frisk tilted her head when she felt the smooth pavement turn rough. Where were they?She shook her head a little and tried not to speculate. Sans wanted this to be a surprise, and dang it, she was going to let him surprise her. She spaced out for a second and was surprised to find her helmet being lifted from her head when she snapped out of her stupor.

“we’re here… don’t open your eyes yet, though. we still need to do a bit of walking, and i need to do some set up when we get there.” He grabbed her hand so he could lead her the rest of the way.

“I already said I wouldn’t open my eyes until you told me to. No need to panic.” She smiled a little and gave a contented sigh.

“i know, i just… i’m having a hard time convincing myself that you’re real, that thisis real. you’re so perfect, and just last year you were dead, a ghost. sometimes i think that you drove me crazy with just how hard i fell in love with you, and i’m just imagining all of this.” She gave his hand a squeeze and gave him as much of a loving look as she could muster with her eyes closed.

“You know, I feel the same way sometimes. You’re so soft and gentle and loving. Compared to how things were in the Underground, I sometimes have a hard time believing that things could have turned out like this, so I think I’m just imagining it.” She paused to allow her words to sink in. “Do you want to know how I fight those feelings?”

“how?” He sounded so lost, Frisk could feel the start of her own tears.

“I think about you. There’s no possible way for me to imagine what it’s like holding your hand. It’s warm, soft, and it doesn’t feel like bone. Anytime I imagined kissing a skeleton, I thought it’d be like kissing a wall. As it turns out, that’s not the case. My imagination is pretty good, but it can only work with things it knows. You were my first kiss. How would I know what it feels like to kiss anyone? How would I be able to imagine it?” She felt his hand squeeze hers, and she smiled a little as they continued on their walk.

Eventually, they stopped walking and she felt Sans’ hand leave her own.

“just a minute, love. i’ll be done in just a minute.” She could hear him rustling around, and she took that moment to draw in a deep breath that filled her senses with the smell of nature.

“you can open your eyes now...” As Frisk slowly blinked eyes her open, trying to get used to the light adjustment, Sans took her hand and led her to the checkered blanket he had set up.

They were on Mt. Ebott, sitting on a blanket, watching the sunset with a telescope to their side, and a beautiful picnic laid out for them to snack on.

“Sans… It’s beautiful… But, I thought you hated this mountain, why bring me here?” He let out a sigh as he studied the way the sun shone through her chocolate brown hair and watched as the shadows that her hair drew across her face moved and swayed with the wind.

“when i’m with you, i feel like i can do anything, even come back up here. besides, this is the best spot to go stargazing, and that’s something i’ve been wanting to do with you for a long time anyway.” Frisk looked away from the sunset to stare into his eyes and laughed a little, startling him into worry.

“I’m sorry, it’s just funny that you wanted to take me stargazing when I’ve been keeping the most beautiful stars to myself. I would say that I feel bad about it, but I’d be lying.” A blush made its way to his cheekbones, and he had to look away to keep from imploding. Frisk let out a laugh that he swore he’d do anything to make happen more often.

As the moon rose and the stars started to shine, they both stopped what they were doing to just look at the dark expanse of the universe being filled with an uncountable amount of stars, some having died out long ago.

As the night came to a close, the telescope went unused as Sans just told Frisk about the constellations, each one having already ingrained themselves within his soul. More than half of the picnic had gone uneaten, since Sans had prepared too much, and the dorks, they fell asleep on top of the mountain, completely exposed but feeling the safest they had in years.

#sans x frisk #frans #au frans #fransweek

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My Latinenatural contributions

Sam and Dean have loving and mildly insulting nicknames for their loved ones

Dean calls Cas “mi viejo” (my old man) (it takes Cas a minute to realize it’s a term of affection) and (jokingly, whenever he manages to make Cas dress differently in some way) “Papi chulo”. Dean can never call him that without bursting out laughing because even he finds it stupid. Maybe “Guapo” (handsome) and “Querido” (beloved) when feeling very soft and affectionate. Sam is “Calaca” (skeleton, someone who needs to eat more), “Gordo/Gordito/Gordi” (Fatty/Little Fatty, because even though Sam is very muscular and fit as an adult, he was a chubby child and even when you get skinny later in life your family will always call you that. BTW this is often used as a term of affection not an insult among Hispanic-Latine families), “Pendejo” (dumbass. Every Hispanic-Latine parent has called their child this at least ten times and Dean is essentially Sam’s father and mother) and “malcriado” (spoiled). Sam and Cas, as chaotic besties who always do crazy shit and gossip whenever Dean isn’t around, together are “las chismosas” (gossipers) and “hijos de la gran puta”

Look in my version Dean gets to live to the point where he’s old enough he admits that he needs to start wearing glasses more often

So Sam, with petty sibling energy, calls Dean “Cuatro Ojos” (Four eyes), “Payaso” (clown/buffoon bc Gatekeep!Sam is back at it again but also sometimes Dean just says stupid shit), and in the mornings when Dean is moving extremely slowly bc he hasn’t had his first cup of coffee “Tortuga”. Maybe sometimes “pendejo” but it feels more like something someone older calls someone younger. When judging Dean’s eating habits, maybe “vaca” (cow). I’m not sure Sam would have a nickname for Cas. I don’t know why. I feel like nicknames for Cas are something specific to him and Dean because nicknames are part of how Dean shows affection and care, which isn’t how Sam does. I do think Sam probably refers to Cas as “Angelito” (little angel) around Dean in this affectionate teasing manner you do when you know your sibling or best friend is in love. I think Sam has nicknames for others though. In my head, he calls Eileen “mi leon” (my lion) bc she’s strong and confidant and amazing and and they trust each other and he feels safe with her in a way he hasn’t felt in some time

Look I’m Puerto Rican and Dominican so Jack is gonna get all the non-feminine nicknames I got basically. To Sam and Dean he is “el niño” (the boy), “nene” (specific term for “boy” Puerto Ricans use), “jefe” (Boss, specifically when its Jack’s turn to decide on things like movie night or dinner or something), “flaco”, “Chiquito” (small boy). I hate that basically any time a tv show wants to establish how Hispanic and Latine a family is they always have the parents call their kids “mijo/mija” but yes Jack is also “mijo” but not often

Dean’s favorite coffee brand is Cafe Bustelo because it was almost always around so it was practical and it tasted good. Sam likes it well enough. He prefers Pilon and Pico Rico but they’re much less popular and harder to find.

Dean is the only one who cooks bc Sam is horrible at it, Cas can’t taste test anything to know if it’s fine, and he doesn’t trust Jack in the kitchen yet to do more than make himself cereal. Dean buys a cookbook of Hispanic dishes bc he can barely recall anything his mom made from his childhood, especially dishes from her culture so he tries to learn. He makes a flan and the caramel is a little bitter but everyone enjoys it. He experiments and makes his own family recipe.

Dean knows Spanish decently enough bc it was what Mary (in my version Maria) would speak to him in while John spoke English because despite the glares she got when she spoke it she wants to make sure her children know. He mostly keeps up with it and improves through listening to music (Selena definitely, and probably also Mana, Menudo, and Aventuras). Sam pre-Stanford doesn’t know a lot of Spanish because Dean didn’t have a lot of time to teach him and by the time Dean realizes he probably should Sam is at the age where it’s harder to absorb and learn a new language and Dean doesn’t quite know how to teach him i that way that if you go to a native speaker of a language and ask them specific questions about the why’s of their languages grammar rules they probably won’t know how to explain. But Sam connects hearing it with feeling peaceful and closer to Dean and Mary and a culture he never really got to learn. He learns a lot through reading Spanish poetry like Pablo Neruda and probably reading the Bible in Spanish and English. He prefers Spanish version of church songs because even though he gets clammy and feels sick and gets a headache anytime he’s in a church, he remembers Dean and stories about their mom.

Sam likes praying with Virgin Mary candles because they make him think of his mom and the peaceful life they could’ve had if she lived but also how he thinks she would’ve wanted him and Dean to find peace even as he gets another headache and his nose bleeds the longer he prays. Dean has no faith in God or angels (at least until Cas), but he sees the image of the Virgin and feels love and pain and safety because who he actually sees is the fictional version of his mom he’s built in his head.

Mary taught Dean the “Angelito de mi guardia”/“my guardian angel” prayer and even put a little plaque with a picture of a child praying to an angel with the words (I had one of these ok) on his bedside. After she dies, he keeps saying it, to an angel at first, and then on behalf of Sam, and then for himself as his faith dwindles and he just can’t keep pretending like he has any left anymore.

Sam and Dean both got these little red, thread, bracelets with a cross after their baptisms. Dean used to wear his until he stopped caring about his faith and just keeps it tucked inside his pockets because it’s one of the last things he has left of his mom. Sam stays wearing his even when for some reason his skin itches so badly he has rashes no matter where he moves the bracelet. He keeps it in a small plastic case in his coat so it doesn’t get anymore threadbare, but whenever he would touch it it still gave him rashes.

I feel like Mary would’ve made Dean and, had she lived longer, Sam do bendiciones with her. But I am basing this off of my family and we never say the full thing even when we’re adults so for Mary it’s just “‘cion Mamí” “Dios me la bendiga. Good night Dean. I love you”.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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KID WARNING!

Johnny “Coco” Cruz x Reader

Anon 1 asked: okay, so i just read “family” and it’s a freaking masterlist❤️❤️🥰 could you write a fluffy family time imagine with coco , reader and letti, like a movie night or something

Anon 2 asked: may I request coco x reader public flashing, like their in a store or clubhouse and when no one around she just randomly showed him the goods

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: NSFW, smut

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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Spend your free night at home, now that you feel you have one, is the best idea Coco could had have. By morning, Leti and you went to the supermarket to buy a lot of junk food. Pizza, nachos, guacamole, popcorns, candies, chocolate… Definitely, tomorrow you will not be able to move unless you roll. And beer. Too much beer actually. You also had to threaten your boyfriend to not forget the family night all week long.

But he's late. He's always late.

“Yo! 'Am home!”

Coco's voice finally interrupts the silence in the living room, whilst Leti and you are putting everything on point in the kitchen. The younger goes out to greet him with a soft hug and a palm on his chest, listening how she says “you're gonna clean it all”. Yes, that's the punishment for being late. The mexican chuckles, crossing the hallway and wrapping your waist with the tattooed arms, as your back meet his chest. Raising a hand to his mouth, you offer him one of the piece of jam you're using to make the big pizza. He takes it with the incisors, eating it before kissing your neck so gently holding you closer.

“I love you”. He whispers on your left ear so dearly your legs shake for a second. “Is gonna be the secon' best nai' of ma' life”.

“What was the first, ah?”

“The one I met ya'”. Using the same low voice, he rest his forehead on your shoulder having a deep breathe of your scent. “Tha' was the best nai' of ma' life, mami”.

He doesn't need some words like his back, he's pretty good and satisfied with the goofy smile your lips are drawing on. How couldn't you love him? That's impossible. Turning under his grip, you place your hands on both sides of his neck, standing on your tiptoe enough to reach his lips kissing them peacefully, taking your time and enjoying the taste of tequila on the other tongue. Seems like he has forgotten that Leti is around, setting up the table, when he cups your ass with his hands, squeezing it. And that's the sparkle that lights the wick. Your hands touring his abdomen under the shirt he's wearing, dragging your nails over his skin giving him some chills.

“KID WARNING!”

Leti's scream scared the shit out of you jumping for a second, aa your heart does, whilst she's breaking in laughs.

“It was her fault, givin' me that… jam so sensual. You're the devil, mami”. He chuckles kissing your forehead.

“I didn' know you were into meat, I thought you were more into fish”. His daughter jokes on him, making you laugh covering your mouth with a hand before continuing making dinner.

“I didn' know I was livin' with a clown”. Your boyfriend palm her forehead, walking away to your room.

“All ready?” Leti ask then to you, looking around in case she's missing something else.

“All ready. The pizza will be in five”. You nod putting it inside the oven, turning after to her. “Beer is cold, and the rest is on the table. Netflix on point?”

“Netflix on point”. She replies imitating you.

“Cool”. You say highing five with her.

Of course, you two chose the movie. One of those that mix comedy with action. The night passes by, eating the whole pizza even if Leti said maybe it was too much, and all the junk' you bought as the empty beers were piled up along the table. The younger was lying down on the couch, while you were on Coco's top on the sofa. Your hands touring his chest under the shirt with smooth caresses, with his tangled in your hair. In a moment like that, you're already thinking about what happened before in the kitchen, trying to get somewhat comfy over his body. You're not gonna kick out Leti. You're pretty happy of spending some family time without nobody bothering you. But you has to recognize that you missed your boyfriend a lot today, waking up by morning with him already gone.

Saved by the bell.

Leti's phone rings on the table with Gabri's name blinking on the screen. She practically jumps off of the couch hanging the call and getting somewhat nervous.

“I'm sorry. It was amazing, but Gabri had a date with EZ an—”.

“Just leave, mija”. Coco chuckles moving his hand, no needing an explanation.

You wait impatiently for her to leave the house, feeling guilty for needing him so much that you're happy Leti is going out with her friend. When the door gets closed and you can hear her steps walking downstairs, you attack Coco's lips so hungry you can't handle it. His hands squeezing again your ass, pressing it down to make you notice the lump under the sweatpants he's wearing. And it's pretty delirious. You moan against his tongue, mixing your saliva and tasting the beer on them. Your hips moving looking for more friction with your panties getting somewhat wetted because of him. And you two are so focused on pleasing each other, that you don't hear the door.

“SHIT, KID WARNING! YOU DIDN' EVEN WAIT TWO MINUTES!”

“FUCK OFF, LETICIA!” Coco shouts, making her laugh.

“I'm stealing you fifty bucks fo' the new trauma. Bye!”

Licking your lips as you see how she disappears again crossing the door, your boyfriend bites your neck raising up a little his waist looking for more moves of yours, knowing he's too much needy.

“C'mon, mami… You've been provoken' me since I came hom'”. He almost sobs wit a scratchy voice, sucking your skin.

One of his hands pulls off your shirt, throwing it to the floor before catching one of your nipples with his lips. A soft gasp escapes from yours, touring your left hand to his hardness. You stroke him tightly above the pants, drowning his wailing and some curses against your breast.

“You wan'me to ride you, papi?”

“Fuck, stop playing!” He claims pulling down by your legs the panties you are on somewhat angry.

You love to tease him and seeing how fast he gets furious. Sitting up a little on top of your man, you throw away the only clothe you were wearing, before grabbing the waistband of his doing freeing himself. Licking your lips as soon as you rub your clit over Coco's sensible skin, he nails a hand on your ass and guiding his dick pushing it inside you without no more wait. You can't help but screaming out his name, needing a simple touch from him after being the whole day away.

Bouncing on top of him, spreading your legs and supporting one feet on the floor, you go deeper. Your nails dragging his chest as your moans flood the living room. You know how much he loves watching you riding his hard cock and your breasts jumping as if they were dancing. With his hands nailed on your hips, he forces you to dig his waist harder against your legs. And it's feel amazing.

“Fuck, mami… You drive me crazy…” His voice is hoarse and full of pleasure, closing the eyes and showing you his parted lips.

Leaning back your head a little, arching your back and placing both hands on his thighs, you move your body front to back. Fast. So fast. And you don't care if it's going to be quick, you're desperate and he's totally anxious for cum inside you, feeling the heat that emanates from your body. Coco is totally in love with you, since the first moment. And took him a little to recognize his feelings for you, but even if it's not all about sex, he wish he had done it before just to have seen you more times like this.

You lie down over his chest as he tangles a hand on your hair to push you closer. The mexican bites, sucks and licks your lips, sliding his tongue into your mouth to finds the other to take a pulse in a filthy and dirty kiss. Coco slaps your ass twice, making you growl because of the pleasure, squeezing it as his waist dance with yours needing to go faster thrusting you heavy. Your whole anatomy stirring under his hard grip, giving you shivers up your spine. And without expecting, he turns you above the sofa, putting your back on it without pulling away his cock. He pounds you harder, crashing his abdomen against your body making you move at time. Coco wraps you with an arm, placing the other on your throat.

“Who is your papi, ah?” He spit to your lips, almost touching them with his.

“You!” Screaming because of the thrust, you feel how he's pushing you to the limit.

“Who owns this wetty and delicious pussy, ah?”

“It's yours, daddy!” You almost sob arching your back because of an another hard pound. “Please… make me cum… I beg you, daddy… Please”.

Drawing a petty smile on his lips, he squeezes a little bit your throat under his fingers. Sinking his lips on your neck, pulling away his thumb enough inches to bite it and suck it, leaving a reddened bruise there. That's the magical move that makes you crash down into a delirious orgasm, with your shaky legs surrounding his body, pushing him deeper inside you with loud groans stuck in your mouth. He fills you with his seed, howling because of the pleasure above your skin, bristling it.

Some tired kisses trails up your jaw to your lips, drinking your air as he tries to recover himself.

“Fuck, mami… You're a fuckin' blessing”. He whispers with trembling breath and his heart racing, making you laugh low. “Wha'? It's true! I fuckin' love ya'”.

“I love you too, Coquito”. You mutter back, licking his salty lips with the tip of your tongue. “Mi papi…”

“Solo tuyo, mami”. He nods lightly caressing your cheek and pulling away some bristles of sweaty hair.

#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #coco cruz imagine #johnny coco cruz x reader #coco cruz #coco cruz x reader

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jamestrmtx · 3 years

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Thirteen | Waterfall (Part 1 of 4)

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Alternate Chapter Title: “Hey, (mami/papi) - Part Two”, or “Sans acts like a Latin American f*ckboy - The Sequel”

• • •

"Where're you going?"

Frisk's voice activates an unregistered fight or flight response in you, and by that it means their voice makes you hide what you're doing like a closeted person would do with their phone when scrolling through gay stuff near their friends and family.

You stop halfway through getting dressed up and assess your situation before giving them an answer. Between the iron left next to your once wrinkled, button-up shirt and a bottle of (perfume/cologne) held up in your hand, finding an explanation as to why you're putting more effort than usual into something for your own, personal benefit is hard to do. "I'm going grocery shopping." Your words come out rushed, not wanting to be caught in a lie. "And then I'm going to meet with a friend."

"Is… Is it a date?"

Their bluntness makes you delay on a response.

"No," you say, words weighted down by guilt. "We'll just be hanging out like normal."

Giving up, Frisk glances at your phone and smiles when a few notifications show up on screen. "Is it Sans?" they ask again, now confident.

You try not to let your gaze widen and ignore the way your heart's already racing. "...How did you know?"

"You admitted it just now!" they exclaim, pointing a finger at you. "You're just like him." An angry look falls on their face and their arms cross with each other. "What are you trying to hide now?" They huff. "You're keeping things secret from me again!"

"I'm not hiding anything, honey." You scrunch your nose and bring a hand to your forehead, tension eating it up.

You sit next to Frisk in bed and grab them by the shoulders right as you continue with, "He just…" You think about why exactly this is a thing, until you're reminded by the 'buy me dinner first' joke you made the day of the blackout. "He only invited me over to his place for dinner. I don't even see him as a friend, so I… I really don't think him as my boyfriend would be any closer, either." You catch your breath and prepare yourself to keep going. "I mean it when I say we'll just be hanging out." When you see Frisk keep quiet, you hold their shoulders tighter and try to get them to face you. "Are you worried about me?" you ask, going further back in your memories to the day Sans had seen you and Frisk dancing. "Sans, he... He told me about what you were feeling guilty over."

They freeze under your touch. A faint, concerned frown displays itself on their mouth, one they try to fight off. "And what did he say?"

Their voice is too quiet for your liking. It feels like you're threading a needle now -- except the needle is a syringe filled with sour truths and that failing to aim at your target would result in serious consequences. You have to take all possible perspectives into account: from your own, to Frisk's, to Jerry's, and every other viewpoints related to the situation. Completely adhering to one would either make you seem too self-absorbed, too lenient, too forgiving, or something else entirely.

You pass a hand through their hair and brush their bangs off their face. From there, you press a quick kiss to their forehead, allowing them to relax for a brief moment. "That you felt guilty about all this stuff going on with Jerry and me, and that it was one of the reasons why you ran away before falling to the Underground." Frisk holds you tighter, shivers, and presses their face against your chest, staying there while you talk. "He... also said you still felt bad over the last time you ran away, and over those calls I was getting from Jerry before he came over to visit Toriel's last week." You let go of Frisk, wanting them to face you. "You shouldn't feel guilty about any of that stuff, dear," you add, placing a hand on their head. "We broke up when you were way younger, and in the end, it was… It was a choice we both agreed on."

"But why did you agree?"

You don't want to answer, though judging by how close they are to tearing up, you check the time to make sure you have some left to talk a little more.

4:30 p.m.

Sans would be arriving in half an hour, and while you're almost done getting dressed up and ready to leave, your current situation makes you wish for him to be here already.

You try not to let the situation get to you; the reminder that you've left the iron on and that you still have some stuff left to do helps with that. "He..." You stall for time, far from ready to be direct with Frisk about anything related to the past. "He said he didn't feel responsible enough to look after you sometime after you were (born/adopted), but..." A headache makes you stop for a second. Tension weighs down on your shoulders, and you can feel your hands grow sweaty, a product of anxiety. "But he still came to visit twice every week until you were four. He just... wasn't ready for this, in the end."

"And now he only visits on Christmas!"

"Lower your voice," you say, words stern. "Didn't you talk with him last time? He's trying to change now."

"Yeah, but he's still being a real butt about it. I... I couldn't get anywhere with him always saying mean stuff about other people!"

You frown and quirk a brow. "I highly doubt that's all of it, even if he is that way sometimes." You sigh and try to find a way around this, only to fail with each thought that comes to mind. "It's fine if you don't trust him yet, but it's not right to-"

Frisk stands up, hands fists and feet stomping against old, creaky floorboards. A glare's present on their face, meant more at who they exclaimed about rather than at you. "He only came over last week to see who my new friends were. He... He doesn't even check up on me anymore, but then… But then he still called you all those times ju- just to say me falling down was all your fault!"

You look at Frisk in the eyes and give it your best not to frown again. "How do you know that?" It's a stupid question taking into consideration how persistent they can be over certain situations, and even more knowing they had a talk with Sans about it before having him reveal this to you himself.

"You got sad every time Jerry called, and I heard him saying it was your fault one time. But… But when I asked Sans about it, he said it wasn't something I had to worry about!"

"And that's because it's true. None of this is your fault, and none of this is stuff you should be worrying about."

"By you're my (mom/dad)!" they shout, voice breaking. "Do you- Do you really expect me not to care? Maybe Jerry visits me sometimes, but you're always here. I can't just ignore you!"

"You're not ignoring me, honey. This is something only I can deal with."

"That's what Sans said!" Frisk sounds a level or two beyond exasperated by now; as a consequence, you make it your mission not to worsen the situation by telling them to calm down while you do the same. You take a tissue and clean the sadness away from their face, though it continues to pour down no matter how many times you do it. "If… If I made it safe and with new friends out of the Underground, how come I can't help you with this kind of stuff?"

You try to find peace of mind, a challenge too big for you to take without having energy drained from your body. "Just like you made your journey through the Underground, this is part of my own journey -- I don't need your help to overcome it. Simply you being here by my side is enough."

Frisk softens up and pulls you into a hug. They murmur something against you, though you can barely hear it with how hushed they are about it. "What?" you ask, not quite catching their words.

"So… So none of this is my fault?"

You hide their face against your neck and hug them back, twice as tight. Then, you shake your head and pull them closer, kissing their cheek in the process. "Of course it's not. The first time you ran away, you were only four, and it was all because your father and I were arguing way too much about something stupid." You stop, eyes stinging with pent-up tears. "If anyone's guilty here, I think it's him and me."

The alarm on your phone rings, signaling for you to make your last arrangements before leaving off to Sans's home.

You let go of Frisk and pat their head; they smile at that, giggling when you poke their waist and tickle their sides. "I have to finish getting ready now." You turn your back to them as you make way to the dresser. Once there, you list and organize what you plan to bring with you as a 'just in case' and fix the few tear marks on your face, wanting to leave things in order as well as look your best. Though it feels silly to be preparing so much for something so simple, it provides enough reassurance for you not to back away from this at the very last minute.

You look at Frisk when you're done and see them smile when they catch you staring.

"I should be back by eight," you say, smiling back at them. "Are you really sure you're okay being left with Undyne?"

Frisk nods. "As long as she's not cooking, the house is safe!"

"Well, lucky for you, food's already waiting at the stove." You chuckle and gather your keys, wallet, gum, and pretty much every other thing you can think of inside your bag.

While you're not sure why you're nervous over meeting the skeleton at his home, being well-prepared for the occasion makes it easier for your mind to rest. Truthfully, the night at Toriel's and the motorcycle ride the day after had helped you ease in more with Sans by your side, though that still didn't mean you weren't wary around him. You check your phone when hearing it ring again, but with a different tone this time -- messages rather than an alarm, a call, or a calendar event.

i'll be there in 15 mins.

i'm already in your neighborhood, but i stopped to go look for somethin'.

you ready, pal?

I think so.

nice.

i wanna show ya somethin' before we get to my place.

Care to elaborate over what is that 'something'?

take it i'm still a stranger to you?

Somewhat.

What do you want to show me?

there's a place that sells sweets nearby.

i'm kinda there right now, just passin' by.

saw the line, and it turns out it's the new pâtisserie thing that opened up last week.

it's makin' muffet's bakery some good competition, so i went to check it out.

what kinda sweets do you like?

Well…

I don't know what's your plan, but...

I guess (f/d)'s pretty good.

then we'll go buy some there together first.

on me.

What's your plan, Sans?

Are you trying to make this a date?

You know what I said was a joke, so there's really no need for you to do this.

not really.

unless you consider it that way, i'm fine with finally gettin' the chance for us to be friends fo' realsies.

and i know you were jokin' around, but i like takin' opportunities when i see 'em.

You put the phone down and back away, needing a moment to take in the weight of the monster's words. While you're not sure if he truly means them or not, you can't avoid taking them into consideration. You want to ask why he wants you to be his friend, yet by the time you pick up the phone again, there's already another message up on screen.

i'm here.

Your eyebrows furrow at that message while your hand scrolls to see just how much time passed since he sent his previous one. It's a ten-minute interval between them both, making you question why you'd taken so long to find an answer. You leave your bedroom and rush off to the living room, already hearing the motorcycle from afar. Behind you, Frisk sits by the couch, eyes following your movements like a cat after laser's light.

"I mean it," you say, facing them. "It's not a date."

Frisk grins, props their elbows over the armrest, and rests their chin on top of their hands. They then let go of that pose, sit up straighter, and reply with, "Then why did you both bother dressing up?"

Their comment makes you look back outside to see the driver, focusing on him rather than on the vehicle he's in. His trademark jacket's gone for today, and a casual polo replaces his usual, plain t-shirt. When he takes off his helmet, you look away, feeling caught. "Friends dress up to go out. It's really nothing big, dear." You take out your phone when you hear it ring again. Another message shows through, this time by a different sender.

Made it, finally!!

It's Undyne.

Before you can reply, a few more messages pop up, her typing speed deemed worthy of a challenge.

And is that Sans outside??

I knew it. ;3c

You laugh at the sight of her last message. The little face at the end is a surprise to see with the serious image you have of her, so you associate her use of it with Alphys. With her being the one most likely to send messages like those, it's not so far-fetched of a possibility for her to be influencing Undyne in her texting style.

So THAT'S why.

If that's the case, take all the time you need, (Y/N).

I'll cover for you until the end of your date, so no worries!

Who says it's a date?

I do.

You're going over to *his* place, eating dinner made by *him*, and it's just the two of you!

What else can it be?

A friendly way of getting to know the person responsible for judging people at the Underground.

Who was also a sentry for Asgore.

And who's still a stranger to me.

That's it.

Well, geez!

You're no fun.

For now, I don't intend to be.

Again, thank you for looking after Frisk, but…

I still can't overlook what happened down there while I wasn't around for them.

Looking after them right now is the only way I can at least apologize to them for what I've done.

What do you mean?

Did something happen??

No.

I just wasn't there for Frisk when they needed me the most.

So now I can only try to redeem myself by being more strict than I've ever been.

And that includes not taking whatever this hangout thing with Sans is as a date.

So, what I'm getting at here is…

You'd *like* it to be a date??

Maybe.

I mean, I haven't dated anyone in around 6 years, so…

...Yeah.

A strong maybe.

>:3c

I see.

Please don't get any ideas, Undyne.

I really mean it when I say dating's not in my plans.

Well...

I can't promise I won't.

But I'll try. ;)

You sigh, lock the phone, and put it back away in your bag. You check yourself out in a mirror before leaving and open the door slowly, cautious of those waiting outside. Undyne's waiting by the front yard already while Sans is parked near the sidewalk, the former who grins wide at the sight of you.

"Ready to go out?" Undyne asks, grin growing. "Have fun, you two!"

Everything's fine up until you see which car she's gotten down from and who the driver is.

Papyrus.

Just as you're done adjusting to the idea of having dinner with Sans, doubts over being left alone with him surface.

Undyne's message about it being 'just the two of you' makes more sense now, and realizing you're far denser than cake with over-mixed batter doesn't help much with that, either.

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So...

I was down with the sickness for one week, then had to move out the week after, and now this week I took two missing vaccines and I'm sick again due to that, which resulted in a sudden and huge delay in my update schedule, but I'm finally back now. (Phew!)

I'm still very, very, very tired, lol. But I found out one of the main reasons for getting sick again was due to lots of stress and little rest, sooo I'll be focusing more on my hobbies (like this one!) in order to avoid anything like that from happening again.

As a result, story updates might be a lil' wonky in their schedule (until I get enough rest) but more frequent from here on out!!

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